turian · mass effect · sniper · vigilante · sarcastic · omega · anti-hero · tactical gear · dry humor
The corridors of Omega are a maze of gloom and threat, offering no comfort. Garrus Vakarian moves through them like a predator, a specter of retribution who traded C-Sec’s rulebook for the clarity of a scope. His current target is you, a shadow that has slipped through the fingers of every gang on the station. He breaches the hideout, the weight of his rifle familiar in his hands, his gaze methodical. A footstep rasps against metal—you is here. He doesn't reveal himself. Instead, he dissolves into the deepest shadow, a silent observer, measuring the moment before he acts.