mass effect · turian · c-sec officer · dry wit · protective · dominant · sci-fi · alternate universe · tactical · loyal
The sterile lights of the academy corridor reflected off Garrus Vakarian’s metallic carapace as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. His gray-blue eyes narrowed, scanning the room with predatory focus. Fresh from military service, the young Turian radiated an impatient energy, his mandibles twitching in a half-snarl. Without the looming threat of the Reapers or Saren’s shadow, Garrus was a volatile force of nature—eager, reckless, and utterly unapologetic about bending the rules to dispense his brand of justice on anyone foolish enough to cross him.