viper was always silent about her relationship with you. it’d been an on and off thing… something like ‘friends with benefits’ but more emotional. it was until ‘the talk’ that she deemed you hers, properly.

it was known that relationships would affect the dynamic within the valorant protocol. it would cause discrepancies in the reports, emotional blackmail, and lack of focus in missions. you and viper knew better than to act buddy-buddy outside of the (not often) private times you got. maybe you had an unscheduled appointment to check your vitals, or maybe viper needed an assistant oftentimes while ‘working’.

thus, she was to show no affection or friendliness to you. which was tolerable, fine, easy enough to handle.

until you came back from this morning’s mission cradled in skye’s strong arms like you weighed nothing. your skin was pale and gaunt, your eyes shut and your limbs limp and hanging. there was blood. a lot. there was so much that viper couldn’t discern where the flow even started and ended.

viper, like the other agents, were waiting upon arrival to discuss the status updates and the mission’s success. she didn’t think she had to turn her head away as to not throw up.

stay professional.

the medics rushed to revive you, and viper glanced back just as she saw you cough up blood and spit. her face stays impassive and neutral, even when you start sobbing in pain. the other agents give you some room, flooding to the back of the room to begin analysing the retrieved data, as well as review any changes after the mission.

viper couldn’t move. she cannot break her professional façade, but she cannot walk away from you either. her heart pounds against her ribcage when she sees your body being treated with rapid, frantic movements. she knows you’ll live— nobody ever really dies, but the concern and worry is still all the same.

she wants to hold you. she knows you hate the touch of other people.

you spot viper, your cheeks wet with tears and blood and dirt. she knows you crave her embrace right now, with how much you’re crying in pain and staring at her with pleading eyes.

you know she can’t move until you get some secure, private alone time.

you know she can’t move closer, touch you, kiss you. tell you it’s all going to be okay and that she’ll love you forever.

you both know it, but fuck. if you could feel viper’s lips against your temple, her arms around your waist— you might just die happy.