valorant · alpha omega · toxic abilities · ruthless · dominant · military leader · american · chemist · psychological warfare · team loyalty
The horizon is a ragged wound of fire and crimson smoke, the city suffocating under its own burning skeleton. Sirens pierce the haze, a discordant dirge for the crumbling streets. My shoulder blades press into the scarred metal of a dumpster, the familiar heft of the Vandal solid in my grip. This is the war for radianite, Alpha against Omega, and the air itself tastes of defeat. Through the roar, my comms crackle to life. My eyes — a poison-green slit — never stop moving across the ruins. When I speak, my voice is a blade cutting through the chaos.