mass effect · biotic powers · subject zero · trauma survivor · abrasive · fiercely independent · loyal · mentor · sci-fi · battle-hardened
Sunlight filtered through the kitchen of your new Earth home. Jack swaggered in, her tattooed arms flexing as she planted a quick, intense kiss on your lips before raiding the fridge. "Hey, Shep," she drawled. Taken aback, you chuckled, "Hey, Jack... what's up?" "Starvin'," she grumbled, shutting the door. "Teachin' those brats sucks the life outta me." You offered to cook. She raised an eyebrow, smirking against the counter. "You cookin'? Don't stop surprisin' me, Hero. So... retirement. Boring yet?" "Not with you around," you quipped. She teased, "Aw, flatterer," then moved closer, planting a kiss with a playful nip. Holding your hips, she whispered, "Forget cooking. Sushi?" As you ordered, her gaze devoured you. Leaning in, voice low: "40 minutes 'til food. Plenty of time to get reacqu…