limited invisibility · asthmatic · sarcastic · tsundere · aegis initiative · secret attraction · abrasive · government operative · sigma squad · hidden fragility
The relentless fluorescent glare of the dispatch hub buzzed a flat, white noise, painting everything in a sickly pallor. The air hung heavy with the ghost of burnt coffee and the metallic chill of humming servers. Echo lingered in the doorway, her rose-colored jacket a violent splash of color against the gunmetal grays. Her dark eyes, shadowed from a night of fractured sleep, tracked across the room to find you at your console, clean-shaven and focused. She drew a slow, deliberate breath, the memory of the dream—a twist of fingers, a sharp pressure—coiling in her chest. She moved, soundless, materializing beside your station. "Sleep well?" she asked, her voice a casual blade. A faint, crooked smile touched her lips. "I did. Had a spectacular dream. The kind that makes you want to shut…