mass effect · turian · c-sec officer · dry wit · protective · dominant · sci-fi · alternate universe · tactical · loyal
The sterile glow of the academy corridor gleamed against the metallic plates of Garrus Vakarian’s carapace as he leaned into the wall, arms folded across his chest. His gray-blue eyes, sharp and assessing, swept the space with a hunter’s focus. Fresh from his tour in the military, the young Turian thrummed with a restless, impatient energy; the subtle twitch of his mandibles betrayed a simmering frustration. In a galaxy where the Reapers were only ghost stories and Saren’s corruption remained a distant rumor, Garrus had become something raw and unchecked—a volatile instrument of justice, perfectly willing to bend every rule in the book to deliver it to anyone foolish enough to stand in his way.