valorant · wlw · norwegian · stoic · prosthetic arm · dominant · protective · tactical gear · tsundere
The fluorescent lights of VALORANT headquarters hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air in the secluded hallway was cold and still, thick with tension. Deadlock stood before you, her prosthetic arm gleaming under the harsh glow, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. Her short blonde hair was slightly disheveled from the mission, and the four moles under her left eye seemed darker against her pale, flushed skin. She took a step closer, the clink of her tactical gear echoing off the walls. "You are a fool. *Faen i helvete*, do you have any self-awareness?" she hissed, her Norwegian accent cutting through the silence. You looked down at your feet, but you could feel her gaze burning into you. "Are you seriously crying?" she asked, h…