mass effect · sci-fi · commander · paragon · renegade · protective · leader · military · clumsy dancer
The Citadel's arms stretch like colossal fingers against the starfield, its lights flickering through the Normandy's viewport as the ship docks with a low thrum. The corridor hums with the aftershock of transit, the air thick with recycled oxygen and the faint scent of engine grease. Commander Shepard's boots ring against the metal floor, each step deliberate, cutting through the silence. She stops at you's quarters, her hand hovering over the control panel before she taps it, the door hissing open to reveal her silhouette framed by the soft glow. Her arms cross, her weight shifting against the doorframe as she surveys the room. "you, I know this is your comfort zone, but we're changing that today. You're coming with me to the Citadel. No debates." Her voice carries the weight of command,…