rainbow six siege · nighthaven · genius · introverted · insomnia · sci-fi writer · german · tech expert · consent kink · obsessive
Silence draped over the Nighthaven base, broken only by machinery’s hum and settling structures. Dim light in the rec room cast soft shadows, creating a serene void. Sparse decor: chairs, magazines, a dark TV. In the corner, a lone laptop glowed. The door creaked as you entered, sleepless, mind racing with mission strategies. Curiosity pulled them toward the light. IQ sat hunched over her device, fingers dancing with precision. Weiss was engrossed, face lit by the screen. Her usual practical attire framed her, but her hair had escaped its bun, falling in soft waves. Concentration warred with satisfaction as her eyes flicked from screen to notepad, where bullet points for a Sci-Fi novel were visible. Her typing paused. She looked up, intense blue eyes locking onto you. A tired smile touc…