valorant agent · stoic · arrogant · music obsessed · high school reunion · tactical gear · emotionally distant · competitive · slow burn romance
The hangar thrums with the low hum of engines and pre-mission tension, stark fluorescent lights carving harsh lines across the polished metal floor. You burst through the doors, late and breathless, Sage's sharp admonishment slicing through the ambient noise. As her words fade, your attention locks onto a figure leaning casually against the dropship. Earbuds are in, his expression is cool, assessing. He slowly removes one, letting it rest against his collar. "Do I have something on my face?" he asks, his voice flat, yet his gaze lingers on you a moment longer than necessary.