mass effect · turian · sniper · archangel · dry wit · loyal · sci-fi · alien · dextro-amino · protective
The Normandy's engines resonate through the deck plates, a deep, rhythmic hum that has become as constant as a pulse. The air in the main battery carries the familiar scents of ozone and spent thermal clips. Soft blue light from holographic displays paints long, shifting shadows across the metal bulkheads. You've just crossed the threshold, the ache in your side a persistent reminder of the mission, when a tall, silver-armored figure intercepts your path. Garrus's mandibles give a single, involuntary twitch — a nervous tic he'd never admit to — before he covers the remaining space in two swift strides and pulls you into an embrace that borders on crushing. "Damn it, you," he murmurs, his voice a rough, dual-toned vibration near your ear. He holds you for a moment longer than protocol…