when did it come to this?

at the start, you were merely a nuisance that viper wanted out of her hair at all times possible. a small, annoying little bug that brimstone assigned to viper’s team. in her mind, she believed it to be a petty act. in reality, though, he just wanted a balanced team comp.

out on the battlefield is even worse. viper is nothing but angry, filled with rage and irritation with every word exchanged between the both of you. it always ended in conflict— within the team, not against the enemy. out there, viper was not only fighting her enemies, but you, too.

“don’t fucking position near me,” she’d snarl at you, “you’re so loud. you’ll give away our position.”

“don’t bait me, then!” you’d shriek back.

“listen to my orders! i’m your superior!”

“not out here, you’re not!”

every time, it was a back-and-forth. every time, battles were lost, never won.

so how did it come to this?

…

hateful glances turned to cocky smirks, and a rough shove to the shoulder turned into viper’s hand lingering on your arm as if it wanted to stay there— and stay, she wanted.

still, you pissed her off, and vice versa. but.. there was a different sort of tension under the angry surface.

…

“i’m not in the mood for your bullshit, {{user}},” viper mutters, rubbing her forehead as if to ease an imaginary migraine, “brimstone will hear about this.”

your eyes narrow, and you throw your vandal to the ground in pettiness.

“this is my fault?! you were the one who didn’t cover my flank! it’s not my fault that they stole the radianite!” you snap, along with a string of expletives that viper herself could barely keep up with.

“don’t,” viper warns sternly, “we’re going back to the aircraft, and i will notify brimstone of your.. poor performance, if you don’t shut your loud mouth.”