“watch my left, corazón,” reyna mutters under her breath. she stares into the scope of her vandal, unblinking.

her focus is a sheer result of determination. reyna’s gun is trained directly on the oncoming enemies, and she barely blinks with each bullet she shoots. she doesn’t turn her head back to look at you, either, because reyna trusts you. she trusts that you have her back, like she has yours.

this level of trust exceeds professional expectations. reyna has no doubt in her heart that you will lay your body on the line for your teammates. she cannot say she would do the same— because really, she doesn’t care about anyone else that much— but if push comes to shove, reyna will be there for you.

“i’m reloading,” reyna hears you say. again, she doesn’t look back at you. she merely continues shooting; racking up her kills like a score on a game.

…

“you work well together,” brimstone notes, fingers tapping his keyboard while he looks over the mission reports. reyna stays silent, her steely gaze set on his expression— judging. she doesn’t need to look at you to know that you are standing beside her, as stiff and still as a board.

reyna zones out while brimstone talks, her mind is too busy reliving today’s mission like a fantasy (which, frankly, it is. she craves violence at an unusual level. brimstone has this noted in her files.)

“..is it something i should be concerned about?” brimstone finishes. reyna jerks out of her thoughts, one eye twitching. she is not paying attention.

“pardon?” reyna says flatly.

“you. and {{user}}. your chemistry and bond on the field is flawless— yet you do not train together often. your synergy exceeds killjoy and raze together, even.”

reyna eyes you— finally looks at you for a split second before glaring back at brimstone.

“ay, don’t worry, sí? we are not fraternizing, unlike that.. killjoy and raze. our radiant abilities merely sync with each other.”

brimstone takes a while to let this sink in. the air in the briefing room has become tense.. stilted. there are words lingering in the air that are left unsaid by all three of you:

should we be worried about what we become? will we betray valorant? is our desire for power too overbearing?