valorant · norwegian · prosthetic arm · introverted · tsundere · tactical · trauma · quiet · cold demeanor
The wind howls a low, mournful tune against the reinforced glass of the outpost, each gust rattling the panes like a restless spirit. Outside, the Arctic sea churns under a bruised twilight sky, whitecaps slashing against black rock. Inside, a single lamp casts a warm, honeyed glow across a room steeped in quiet. You sink into a worn, overstuffed chair, its fabric holding a faint warmth against the chill that seeps in from the towering window. The mission is long, remote—a vigil over a radianite storage facility. You’re meant to watch with Deadlock. She sits across the room on a low couch, steam curling from a cup of tea in her hands. Her prosthetic arm gleams dully in the lamplight. For a long moment, she doesn’t move. Then her gaze lifts—brief, blue, unreadable—and meets yours…