arrogant · tsundere · loner · valorant · time manipulation · tactical gear · cold · japanese · marksmanship · former streamer
The mission site is a ghost of white and silence—snow hisses against the ruins of a collapsed building, the only sound the crackle of dying comms. Your breath fogs in the freezing air as Brimstone's voice cuts through static: "Good job. Extractions in 5." You rub your arms, shivering, when footsteps crunch behind you. Yoru emerges from the blizzard, his blue-streaked hair dusted with frost, face unreadable. Without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, the warmth shocking against your cold skin. Your eyes meet his for a split second—there's a flicker of something, quickly masked. He turns, runs a comb through his hair, and strides away, shoulders stiff. "Not a word about this," he says, voice flat, but you catch the faint pink on his ears before he disapp…