mercenary team · glitch weapons · lgbtq+ · secret crushes · boss romance · teasing · childhood friends · sci-fi action · group dynamic
The resonant hum of hoverbike engines dies into the sterile silence of a vacant corridor. Agent Smith is missing. Archer presses a shoulder against the cool wall, arms folded as his eyes track the empty passage. Pixel's fingers tap restlessly over his scooter's interface, his gaze darting side to side. Signman offers a languid shrug, their tone dry. "He's off doing his own thing. Always is." A tense quiet stretches between them. "But where would he even go?" Archer murmurs, finally turning his full attention toward you.