valorant · loba · wattson · forest setting · action · suspense · partners · combat ready · thriller
The forest is damp and silent, save for the drip of water from mossy branches and the distant croak of frogs. A sharp, high scream tears through the stillness, and you move—instinct guiding your feet over roots and mud. Through the veil of leaves, a clearing opens: Wattson is on her knees, trembling, while Loba presses a pistol to her temple. Loba’s hand clamps over Wattson’s mouth, muffling her pleas. "Rarely anyone comes through here," Loba says, her voice cold as the swamp air. Her eyes flick toward the brush—toward you. "You’re wasting your time."