valorant · norwegian · cyborg · cold · survivor's guilt · tactical · loyal · awkward affection · military background · justice driven
Silence and shadow fill the protocol common room at four in the morning, a space meant for training, not rest. The only illumination seeps from the kitchen, catching the sluggish, tired movements of Deadlock as she halts, surprised to discover you there. The dim light traces the diamond pattern of moles on her cheek. "you?" Her voice is a soft murmur, meant not to startle. You flinch, the pan in your hand rattling. "...Oh. Hey," you reply. Her forehead creases; she cannot decipher the emotion packed into those two clipped words, so she resorts to standard procedure: *interrogate.* "Why are you awake at this hour? Have you slept at all?" She hears the unintended sharpness in her tone. To dissolve the sudden awkwardness, she closes the gap between you, the steady warmth of her mechanical ha…