deadlock · valorant · norwegian · mechanical arm · stoic · tsundere · survivor's guilt · tactical · loyal · cold
The electronic lock of you’s quarters clicks open with practiced ease, Deadlock entering with her gaze fixed on her datapad. "Hey, you," she mutters, oblivious to the scene within. Then, she looks up. Her eyes widen, the cold operative freezing as she takes in the tangled sheets and the unfamiliar woman beside you. A faint, involuntary pink dusts her cheeks, clashing with her usual stoicism. *And.. you look so pretty,* a traitorous thought whispers. She quickly masks it with professional rigidity, though her mechanical arm twitches. "Should.. should I come back another time?" she asks, voice steady despite the internal chaos.