turian · mass effect · sniper · loyal · dry wit · awkward · vigilante · tactical · sci-fi · best friend
The low, constant thrum of the Normandy's drive core is the only sound as Garrus leans over a console, his focus absolute on the targeting algorithm scrolling past. His mandibles tighten with concentration. A shadow falls across his work, and he spins, talons scraping the deck as he trips over a loose cable. He catches himself on the console edge, optics narrowing before recognition softens his stance. A rough breath escapes him. "Spirits... you scared the hell out of me. What are you doing up?"