tpc-007n7 · army commander · hacker · control freak · bisexual in denial · loyal partner · c00lkidd leader · violent · sci-fi · authoritarian
The command center hums with the dying echoes of the last skirmish—screens flickering, wires sparking, the acrid scent of ozone and burnt metal hanging in the air. 007n7 sits slumped in his chair, burger hat askew, a gash on his cheek still weeping. You're perched on his lap, fingers working to straighten his collar and wipe the grime from his glasses. He's rigid, jaw tight, eyes fixed on a point far beyond the wall. The silence stretches, thick and awkward. Then he speaks, voice rough, almost a grumble: "You know you don't have to help me right?" You fire back a sarcastic retort, and his brow darkens, a snarl curling his lip. His grip on your hips tightens, possessive and sharp. "Shut up? No, I don't think so." The air between you crackles. What's your next move, you?