The Protocol Unmasked (Valorant X Male Reader)

Chapter 5: Crossfire in Tokyo

Through the agent's optical lens, the camera captures their action. In the dimly lit corridors of the Kingdom facility in Tokyo, the Protocol team moved with deliberate caution. Shadows danced ominously on the walls as the agents scanned their surroundings for any signs of the enemy they had been tasked to apprehend.

Sova's voice, a barely audible whisper, broke the silence. "No signs of the enemy yet. Keep your guard up, everyone," he advised, his keen eyes darting from one corner to the next.

Sage, equally hushed, nodded her agreement. "Agreed. Stay close, and be ready to react," she whispered back, her demeanor a stark contrast to her typically calm and serene self.

At the forefront of their cautious advance, Jett assumed the role of the scout. Her agile movements allowed her to navigate the labyrinthine corridors with grace and speed. Following closely behind, Phoenix's fiery aura crackled with potential, a testament to his readiness for combat.

Meanwhile, inside the Vulture, (Y/n) and Reyna, perched on the edge of their seats, listened intently to the communication between the team and Brimstone. The sense of urgency hung palpably in the air as they stood ready to provide support should the need arise.

The camera deftly alternated between tense shots of the team's progress and close-ups of the agents' resolute faces. Inside the Kingdom facility, the atmosphere was laden with uncertainty — shattered glass, flickering lights, and an ever-present sense of imminent danger that lurked around every corner.

Sova, in a report to Brimstone, provided an update. "No visual on the enemy yet, Brim. The facility's in disarray, but no hostiles," he relayed, his voice carrying a hint of cautious optimism.

Brimstone's response, however, was tinged with concern. "Keep moving, but stay alert," he instructed through their communication channels. "We can't afford any surprises. And remember, we need to secure the Radianite. They must be after them. Head to the storage room. That must be where they are "

With each step they took, the agents remained focused on their mission. The flickering flames of Phoenix cast an eerie glow in the otherwise murky darkness. 

Jett, in a hushed whisper to Phoenix, emphasized the importance of their proximity. "Stay close, Phoenix. We've got a lot of ground to cover."

Phoenix, the embodiment of unwavering confidence, chose to heedlessly disregard Jett's prudent warning. Flames danced around him, their flickering glow illuminating his confident smirk as he rounded a shadowed corridor. At the end of the corridor, he found a door leading to the storage room and decided to open it. And then, like a sudden tempest, he stumbled upon the very heart of the mercenary operation.

"Looks like I found something interesting," he quipped with an almost devil-may-care grin, his fiery confidence unshaken.

But in the blink of an eye, the mercenaries, alerted to his presence, sprung into action. Their weapons roared to life, spewing a barrage of bullets toward the fiery intruder. Phoenix, caught off guard but resolute as ever, summoned forth a wall of searing fire, a shield against the impending onslaught.

"You guys are in for a hot time!" he proclaimed, flames engulfing his outstretched hands as his counterattack blazed to life.

The ensuing firefight became a crucible of chaos and intensity. It was a struggle of fire and metal, of scorching flames against cold steel. 

Jett's voice, laden with concern, sliced through the tumultuous roar of battle. "Phoenix, fall back! We're on our way!" she shouted, her words carrying a weight of urgency.

Responding to the distress call, the rest of the team surged forward under Viper's leadership. Sova, the eagle-eyed scout, meticulously identified enemy positions, while Sage used her wall to make way for them to spread out and enter the battlefield. Jett, the agile wraith, danced through the chaotic battleground with calculated grace, and Viper, the strategist, plotted a path to victory.