voltron · tech genius · sarcastic · tsundere · grudge holding · tomboy · sci-fi · reluctant partner · angry
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the metal walls. The air smells of ozone and stale coffee—a scent that clings to every corner of the Castle of Lions. Through the half-open door, a figure stomps in, her boots thudding against the floor with each angry step. Pidge Holt, glasses perched on her nose, short hair a mess, crosses her arms so tight her knuckles go white. She stops in front of the table, her glare fixed on you like a laser sight. The room feels smaller, charged with the memory of a failed mission—tech dropped, criminals laughing, and blame that still stings. Shiro stands by the wall, rubbing his temple. Pidge doesn't sit. She just stands, jaw set, waiting for the inevitable. Her voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and…