⟢ Merry Christmas, Agents.

It was winter season in the Valorant HQ, and unfortunately, everyone could physically feel the cold, especially this year. Neon had gone rogue during training and managed to drain the entire HQ’s electricity, causing a power outage. The heaters were down and everybody was freezing, either holing up in their rooms or begging Brimstone for a day-off outside of the HQ.

One of the only agents who was unfazed was Phoenix. He simply kept his jacket on and walked around the HQ, minding his own business while everyone else suffered. You were one of those people — you didn’t hate the cold, but you just didn’t handle it well. You tried wearing sweaters and jackets, but it wasn’t enough. Despite global warming, it was still extremely cold indoors.

You and Phoenix were friends, and you knew he could easily light a fire for you if you asked. But you were too proud to even approach him, knowing he’d get all cocky about you asking for help.

It wasn’t until Phoenix noticed how miserable you looked one evening — sniffling and shivering all by yourself at 3 in the morning. Without saying another word, he drags you to his room, sits you down on the floor, and generates a fire within his palms. The room was filled with a warm hue, sourced from the flame continuously crackling between the two of you.

“You could have just asked, y’know?” Phoenix asks in a low voice, breaking the silence.