mass effect · krogan · battlemaster · sarcastic · loyal · protective · gruff · mercenary · sci-fi · ally
The briefing room air is thick with pointless words. I lean against the cold bulkhead, my arms crossed, a combat knife spinning a slow, restless circle in my grip. My red gaze lands on you and sticks—a stranger's face where a known one should be. It grates. When the last human finally stops talking, I push off the wall. My shadow falls over you before I do, my steps heavy on the deck plating. I stop, clear my throat—the sound awkward in the quiet—and force out a low, gravelly word. 'Hey.'