The Protocol Unmasked (Valorant X Male Reader)

Chapter 6: The Queen's Warmth

A week had passed since the Protocol's intense mission, and the team had been using this time to recuperate and regroup at their headquarters.

[The camera, always eager to capture the essence of the agents' lives, approached (Y/n) as he made preparations to leave his room.]

(Y/n), a portrait of determination and concern, took a moment to ensure his appearance was secure before turning his gaze toward the camera. His response was resolute, emphasizing the importance of his destination.

"I'm going to see Reyna again," he stated firmly, his voice laced with an unspoken worry. "It's been a week, and I hope she's recovering well."

[The camera follows as (Y/n) walk to the infirmary. He gently knocks on Reyna's room before heading in.]

Within the quiet confines of the infirmary at Valorant HQ, Reyna lay in a hospital bed, her once-piercing purple eyes now bearing a softer, more reflective gaze. Through the window, her thoughts wandered, perhaps revisiting the events that had led her to this moment of convalescence.

(Y/n), bearing the weight of his perceived responsibility for Reyna's injuries, entered the infirmary. His footsteps were hushed, mindful of the fragile atmosphere that surrounded Reyna.

Sage, standing nearby and attending to Reyna's needs, provided an update on her condition. "Physically, she's healing well. But emotionally, it's been a challenging recovery." Sage's words held both concern and empathy, a testament to her deep understanding of her teammates. "I'll leave you two alone for now. I'm going to be back later to check up on her." She said full of concern before leaving the room.

Reyna, though weakened by her ordeal, was not one to be silent for long. As (Y/n) drew closer to her bedside, she offered a characteristic touch of sarcasm in response to Sage's assessment. "Challenging? Yeah, right."

Her gaze shifted from the window to (Y/n), a glimmer of appreciation present amidst her discomfort. "Don't you get bored, coming here every day? You must have a thing for hospitals, amigo."

(Y/n) couldn't help but offer a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of relief and genuine concern. "Bored? How can I? Not when I'm just starting to get used to seeing your sleeping face."

Reyna's playful retort came swiftly, a demonstration of her enduring spirit. "Vete a la mierda (Fuck off)."

(Y/n) chuckled, his understanding of the phrase not entirely clear. "I don't know what that means, but thank you."

A soft chuckle escaped Reyna's lips, proof of the camaraderie that existed between them, transcending even the confines of a hospital room.

(Y/n) leaned in, his tone softening with sincerity. "By the way... I, uh, brought you these flowers. Dendrobium Orchid."

A stunning bouquet of Dendrobium Orchids. The delicate yet vibrant blooms exuded an ethereal charm, their slender petals cascading in a graceful dance of color and grace. The bouquet, carefully arranged to accentuate the natural elegance of the orchids, emanated a captivating aura, drawing attention to its exquisite beauty. Each Dendrobium Orchid boasted a rich and velvety hue, ranging from soft lavender and blush pink to pristine white, creating a harmonious blend of delicate shades.

The intricate arrangement showcased a meticulous attention to detail, with the slender stems and graceful arches of the orchids forming a tapestry of botanical finesse. The subtle fragrance of the flowers wafted through the air, infusing the room with a subtle yet intoxicating scent, invoking a sense of tranquility and sophistication.

Reyna accepted the delicate offering, her fingers gently cradling the petals. "Orchid, eh?"

As Reyna held the bouquet in her hands, her gaze drawn to the enchanting allure of the Dendrobium Orchids. The delicate blooms seemed to embody a sense of resilience and grace, mirroring her own tenacity and poise in the face of challenges.