Mirage x Wraith One Shots

Toxic Fire

"Witt- I'm down! Help a mate?" The voice of Rampart sounded over the comms as Wraith fired at the enemy squad in front of her. From beside the Skirmisher, Mirage gave Wraith a determined nod. Wraith rolled her eyes. "Stay here. I'll void run over there. Don't die." With that, she lifted her arm and quickly brought it down into a fist to enter the void.

Mirage watched, smiling in awe. "Wraith is so cool..." He breathed. His hazel eyes followed the faint wispy trail that followed the invisible figure of the woman he often fantasized about. She reappeared back into reality beside Rampart from the cover of a large boulder. "Keep breathing. Mirage'll kill me if I lose his special friend." She shoved a syringe into Rampart's chest, blood beginning to cover the pale woman's hands as she did so. She she pulled Rampart to her feet, a smirk appeared on her face. "Good one, Blasey. We're you a failed comedian in another life, or just this one?"

Wraith hated when Rampart used her last name. She hardly ever allowed Mirage use any of her names, let alone anyone else. Before Wraith could say anything, Mirage came sidling down to them. "Ladies, ladies, no need to quarrel. We've got legends to kill." With that, Mirage took one of Wraith's hands in his and dragged her alongside him, pushing the team in front of them. This left Rampart to scamper after them.

Wraith let herself get pulled along, her Wingman clutched tightly in her fist. Rampart tagged along behind them, looking around as she walked, her turret rattling and rustling her clothes. Seeing this, Mirage sent a decoy to walk beside her. Rampart let out a scoff. "What, you think I'm lonely, mate?" Mirage glanced over his shoulder, grinning. "You got it, Gearhead." He called with a wink. "Two enemy squads left, If you haven't been pullin' your weight- Don't try it now. We're on a roll... Gearhead." She added. Rampart picked up her pace, trudging past Mirage and Wraith with a smile.

Wraith glanced up at Mirage as the two watched the Base of Fire pass, noticing a slight rosy tinge to his cheeks. It was obvious that Rampart and Mirage were close. They were room mates, best friends, and they both hadn't a clue on how to shut their mouths. Their snarky banter would continue until Wraith would snap at them. This would earn the Skirmisher a sarcastic taunt from Rampart, including Wraith's name or something about her past. Sometimes both if she was unlucky enough.

Wraith pulled her small, fair hand out of Mirage's grasp. He quickly looked over at her, parting his lips as if he was going to say something. Before he could, Wraith loudly reloaded her Volt SMG. "I'm going to loot over here." She announced, before turning and marching away with a sour expression. Mirage walked her walk away with a frown. He walked the opposite way and threw open a loot bin, noticing a bulky gun in front of him. "Devotion here. Do your worst, Ramps." He called into the comms. "LMG works better for me anyway." Rampart said as she walked up beside him, lifting the gun out of the bin with a smirk.

Wraith clenched her hands into fists, anger burning her face. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself and stop herself from turning red. She turned off her comms. "Nicknames? This is getting ridiculous. She's only been here for two seasons, I've been here since the beginning... Treating her like his best friend- I've saved his tail too many times to count, and what has she done? Offered him a mod... Moved in with him- He's over at my place in the mansion ten times more..." Wraith muttered under her breath, her eyes flashing dangerously.

Seething, Wraith failed to notice the gas trap that had been placed behind the only exit of the room she was in. When she tried to leave, she was met face to face with Caustic, the older man towering over her. She glared up at him through the glass of the door, her eyes now glowing ominously. 'Traps...' The voices warned. 'Yeah, I noticed.' Her mind muttered bitterly. Wraith watched as Caustic took his EVA-8 Auto and aimed it down at the trap. Wraith began to scamper away as he shot the gas trap, sickly green smoke seeping underneath the door.

This was Wraith's biggest fear among the games. Caustic terrified her, and she had yet to die to his gas... Until now. She held her breath for as long as she could, powerless to save herself. She couldn't talk on the comms for fear of taking in a breath. Finally, when her fingertips began to tingle and her vision began fading out, Wraith took a gasping breath that felt as if she inhaled hell's air. Immediately she began coughing and choking on the fumes that filled the room. This was worse than she ever imagined. As soon as she tried to breathe, her body rejected the air that made it's way into her lungs, filtering it back out before she could get the oxygen she so desperately needed.

Her squadmates nowhere to be seen, Wraith was rapidly growing weaker. She shakily turned on her comms. From where Mirage stood beside Rampart as they talked in a clearing meters away from Wraith, their comms gargled to life suddenly. Mirage could hear the sound of gas steadily releasing in a long hiss, following by the high bark-like coughs of Wraith. His face went pale as he sprung into action, speeding off towards Wraith's last known location. "Wraith, we're coming, just hang on! Try to hold him off, we'll be there soon!"

Inside the cloud of gas, Wraith listened to the panicked ramblings of Mirage crackle through the intercom on her shoulder. Her eyes, nose, and mouth burned, it felt as if pepper spray was being blown into the air. After a moment, Wraith couldn't keep it up anymore, and she fell onto her hands and knees. She attempted to enter the void, but she couldn't focus enough. The voices were badgering her over and over again among her thoughts, and she could hear manic breathing from her comms. Wraith's head hung as she heard the door open, and heavy footsteps entered the room, followed by jangling. The large figure of Caustic crouched down in front of Wraith, putting his gun under her chin to lift her gaze to glare into his eyes. "The rabbit's cries bring the wolves." He huffed, staring down at her. With that, Caustic stood up and left the room, placing another gas trap in his wake to prevent Wraith from leaving.

Wraith struggled to her feet for a moment before falling backwards, sprawled out as she tried again to draw in any sort of oxygen. Finally, the sweet relief of death pulled her from the pain as everything went dark. At least... That's what she thought, until felt felt strong arms haul her up. The familiar scent of Mirage wafted over her face, though she still couldn't see, and was still struggling to breathe. He carried her away as if she was a child, her arms hung over his shoulder and her hands around her waist. It was oddly comforting, and Wraith felt a cool breeze on her face as she was brought outside.

"Good call, Witt." Rampart lightly punched his other shoulder as she walked beside him, studying Wraith. "Yeah." He replied. He held onto Wraith tightly as he carried her to safety, guilt and regret causing his sweat to sear. "Keep watch out here." He said lowly as he entered one of the structures in Containment. He settled against the wall, cradling Wraith in his lap as he sat crisscross. "Take some deep breaths for me, Renee, come on..." He whispered, brushing hair out of Wraith's face.

Wraith struggled to draw air into her lungs. It felt sharp, but the air was clean and it didn't make her want to gasp. She drew in a deep, shaky breath, her eyes fluttering open. They settled on Mirage, his face covered with scars and worried lines. He quickly managed a smile as soon as he saw she awoke, letting out a nervous chuckle. "Hey..." He cooed, taking one of Wraith's hands in his. Wraith sat up a little bit before wincing and easing back down into Mirage's lap. The corrosive properties of Caustic's gas ate away at her pre-existing wounds. A thin line of blood ran down from her brow, down to her lips, which must be the reason why she tasted metal. A slice on her ribs burned terribly, and the mild abrasions on her knees stung.

"Take it easy, I've got you." Mirage murmured softly. "I'm sorry I didn't follow you. I should've been there." One of Elliot's arms went around the back of Renee's neck, supporting her head while his other arm rested gently on one of her thighs. He was lucky Wraith found this comforting, or else he'd have a kunai pointed at his throat.

Mirage took her hand to help Wraith sit up. "Are you okay?" He murmured, a worried expression on his face. Wraith managed a small nod, sighing. "I'm-" She was cut off by her own coughing fit. Mirage just rubbed her back and waited. "I'm fine." She managed to say after regaining her breath. She looked over and up at Mirage, distant, but not cold. Their eyes met and exchanged unspoken words, as they often did. His radiated waves of remorse and regret, for having gotten distracted with Rampart, while her's emitted pain and longing, wanting nothing more than to just be with Mirage, in the present. With a mutual understanding underway, Mirage helped lift Wraith to her feet before offering her a place among his arms. Wraith sheepishly walked into his embrace, and they stayed there like that for a long while, Wraith nestled into Mirage's neck.