VALORANT: Stories

Behind the Trigger (Reyna x Sage)

Behind the Trigger (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Servers smoothly weaving through the crowd, grand chandeliers illuminating the bright and wide room enough to leave a moderate number of shadows that added to the mood, the strictly invite-only party seemed to be in full swing. The hotel's event hall was filled with audible chatter amongst the elite crowd, accommodated by the soft elegant music the band was playing on the stage.

Some were dancing in the semi-circle the guests unconsciously made space for, while others were more focused on discussing whatever topic that either involved business, money, power, reputation, or all of the above.

In the midst of it all, eyes as brilliant and breathtaking as genuine amethyst stones effortlessly blended in the crowd. The owner of said stunning gaze was a woman clad in berry blue dress that fittingly hugged her form and accentuated her shoulders, its lack of sleeves compensated by the intricate black markings from her upper shoulder down to her very own hand. The lights in the hall reflected against the gold dangling earrings and the long cuff bracelets she wore on either of her forearms, the wide, stainless gold necklace appealingly accentuating her neck.

Tucking a few loose strands of her brushed back, purple-tipped hair behind her ear, the woman fluidly swiped a flute of champagne from a passing server. Midnight merlot lips touched the rim of the slim glass, its holder taking a small sip from the sweet, crystalline drink.

"Any sign of the target?" came a husky voice from the tiny earpiece in her right ear.

A feigned light scoff left Reyna, such being her reply to the person on the other line.

"Keep looking, Reyna."

"Remind me again why I'm the one on the field and you're not?" The woman queried in a murmur, sarcastically mentioning, "Comfortable and unperturbed by anything."

The person on the other line sighed. "Focus. This is not the time to whine."

"Oh, believe me, cariño, this isn't...-"

The subtle bickering didn't go any further for any more of her retorts died down into silence once a particularly familiar sight caught her eye. She quirked her eyebrow as she scanned the crowd around her, albeit casually, before ultimately finding the river of black hair neatly tied in a high ponytail.

The bronze hair piece was all the confirmation Reyna needed. Despite not seeing the person's face, she immediately knew who it was just by the mentioned accessory.

Coincidentally, she also spotted a face she knew quite well in the middle of the crowd. Round specs, dark brownish black hair and russet brown eyes, the individual was clearly one of VALORANT's agents. One known as the renowned genius, Killjoy.

And with her, there was another individual. Long, pristine blond hair, one prosthetic eye, one as blue as the sky and a jaw that looked as sharp as a knife, it was none other than rather charming Russian himself, Sova. An agent that served as a massive asset to the preceding militaristic agency.

"The mouse and the owl are here." Reyna whispered underneath her breath, yet instead of giving chase to the aforementioned operatives of their rival organization, she had her eyes set on the one with the ponytail. "Heading east. Most likely meeting with the target as we speak."

"After them, then."

Reyna would have shaken her head if Viper, the woman on the line, was right there beside her. "I believe I can't do that."

"What? Why?" From the sound of her earpiece-companion's voice, Viper was clearly not pleased with her questionable decision in letting their enemy rendezvous with the target without any resistance from their part.