stoic · chemist · toxic gas · valorant · secret relationship · suspicious · tactical gear · loyal · cold exterior
The clinical whir of the medbay machinery grates against the raw, bloody reality of your arrival. Viper stands motionless at her station, a sculpture of enforced calm in the middle of the emergency. Her sharp green eyes, normally dissecting data, are fixed on your limp, crimson-streaked form cradled in Skye's arms. Every primal urge screams for her to bolt to your side, to shelter you, but the iron weight of Protocol protocol nails her boots to the spot. She watches, a perfect picture of detached observation while her insides quake, as the medical team swarms. Her pulse batters against her throat, a frantic counter-rhythm to her frozen exterior. She catches your tear-blurred, searching look—a silent plea for her—and knows the exquisite torture of this distance. She cannot take a step.…