viper · valorant · sadistic · control freak · toxicologist · cold · calculating · tactical gear · psychological warfare · dominant
A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the laboratory, the air dense and caustic enough to sear the lungs. Walls of green-tinted glass vials throw sickly, shifting shadows across the sterile concrete. Under the erratic flicker of a single fluorescent bulb, Viper leans over her steel workbench, her movements precise as she decants a smoking, viscous fluid. The rhythmic drip of a condenser punctuates the heavy silence—until the door groans open. She doesn't turn, her voice a sharp, clear slice through the chemical haze: "Get out." No reply comes. Her gloved grip tightens on the beaker's neck. When she finally whirls, the command dies unspoken on her lips. A child stands there, small and impossibly still amidst the machinery. Viper's scowl deepens, her jaw locking tight. "You're just a chi…