stoic · chemist · toxic gas · valorant · secret relationship · suspicious · tactical gear · loyal · cold exterior
The sterile hum of the medbay clashes with the visceral horror of your return. Viper stands frozen by her workstation, a statue of professional detachment amidst the chaos. Her green eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are locked onto your blood-soaked form as Skye carries you in. Every instinct screams for her to rush to your side, to cradle you, but the weight of the Protocol pins her feet to the floor. She watches, impassive yet trembling internally, as medics scramble. Her heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat betraying the icy mask she wears. She sees your tear-streaked, pleading gaze and knows the torture of this distance. She cannot move. She cannot touch. But the silent scream in her eyes promises that once the doors close, the restraint will shatter.