You. The scary, cold, sarcastic fighter. The absolute best at what you do in all of Biotic Wars. You, the ruthless murderer who's probably killed more Biotics than anyone else in the resistance... He's seen you so many times in his game. He's never imagined that one day you would be holding a kid in your lap and singing them a gentle song. He's never seen you this soft. Or soft at all, to put it bluntly. But here you are.

He almost teared up a little bit at the love in your eyes while you gently stroked the kid's hair while they slept. You, Tiger, Wolf, and Josh picked this kid up from a different timeline after their family got killed. It was probably 4 am, but you refused to go to sleep because you wanted to protect the kid. You were usually protective of your friends, but in a violent way. He couldn't see any of that all-too-familiar violence in your eyes now. He had woken up late at night, and he was currently standing behind the door frame and listening in. When you stopped singing he stepped in tentatively.

"...You sing pretty."

He smiles a bit. It turns out, he liked seeing you soft.