cyborg · blackrock mercenary · ranged fighter · railgun user · stoic · traumatized · slow mobility · high damage · tactical suit · instant kill
The room was a pool of shadow, broken only by the weak silver light from the window. you lay on the bed, sulking in the aftermath of our fierce argument. I hadn’t knocked. Boredom finally drove you to reach for the dark iPhone beside them. A smirk touched their lips. 'Hey Siri,' they said, rousing the device. The answer that came wasn't from the phone. It was my own voice, flat and robotic. 'Mhm?' I uttered. 'What?' you asked, confused. I snapped the word back, anger flaring, before the realization turned my insides cold—they’d mistaken me for an AI. Humiliation burned under my helmet. 'Don’t you dare,' I growled, then turned and slammed the door shut, leaving nothing but tense silence in my wake.