The Protocol Unmasked (Valorant X Male Reader)

Chapter 3: Feeding the Protectors

Amidst the heart of Valorant HQ, the cafeteria came alive during lunchtime, a bustling hub where agents and support staff converged. The air was infused with the tantalizing aromas of diverse cuisines, a testament to the team's international composition. Conversations, laughter, and the clinking of cutlery provided a harmonious soundtrack to this midday ritual. At the heart of it all stood a cooking station where Jett, one of the agents, wielded her culinary prowess, serving up a symphony of flavors that transcended borders. It was a daily reminder that, even amidst the rigors of their missions, the team found solace and connection in the simple joy of breaking bread together.

Jett, with her characteristic confidence and flair, addressed the camera in the bustling Valorant Protocol cafeteria. She stood poised at a cooking station, her hands deftly preparing a tantalizing dish that filled the air with the fragrant allure of freshly cooked food.

"Hey there!" Jett's grin was as vibrant as the meal she was creating. "Today, we're having a little taste of Asia. I'm whipping up some spicy ramen with all the fixings. It's gonna be lit!"

[The camera focused on her as she effortlessly navigated the sizzling pots and pans. Her culinary skills were on full display, a testament to her expertise.]

"Well, you know," she continued, answering the unspoken question with a playful smile, "being a Valorant agent means you've gotta be a jack of all trades. Plus, I used to be a chef. I've learned from some of the best chefs from around the world. Cooking is like my secret hobby. Ups, not so secret anymore, eh?" She winked mischievously.

As the camera captured the vibrant colors and flavors of her meal, Jett's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Oh, for sure!" She chuckled. "Good food brings people together. When we gather here for meals, it's a chance to unwind, share stories, and connect. Plus, who can resist my cooking, right?"

The cafeteria buzzed with activity, agents and support staff eagerly lining up for lunch, their anticipation palpable.

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Raze, a live wire of energy and mischief, glanced at the array of culinary delights before her, a tantalizing feast of colors and flavors.

[The camera leaned in eagerly, its lenses focused on Raze as she prepared to share her thoughts on lunchtime.]

With her characteristic cheeky grin, Raze slowly brought a forkful of her meal to her lips, her eyes alight with delight. She savored the taste as if every bite was an adventure in itself.

"Well, gatinha," she began, her voice carrying a playful cadence, "when it comes to lunch, it's like a symphony of flavors dancing in my mouth."

[The camera caught every nuance of her expression as she continued, her words infused with passion.]

"You see, it's not just about the food; it's about the experience." Raze's fork waved dramatically through the air, a conductor's baton in her hand. "The anticipation as you unwrap that taste, the satisfying adventure of the first bite, and the way each ingredient comes together like old friends reuniting at a family reunion."

She twirled the fork playfully, emphasizing her point with a flourish.

"But my absolute favorite thing?" Raze leaned in closer to the camera, her eyes locking onto the lens with an intense, almost conspiratorial gaze. "It's the conversations."

Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, drawing the viewers in.

"Lunchtime is when we agents get to come together, bond, and share stories." Raze's grin widened, the mischievous glint in her eyes undiminished. "We may have our differences on the battlefield, but over a meal, we're a family, a team."