The Protocol Unmasked (Valorant X Male Reader)

Chapter 16: A Test of Strength

The morning sunlight cast a golden glow over the training ground as Sage and (Y/n), both donning their combat attire, stood poised for the rigorous evaluations ahead. (Y/n)'s eyes glistened with determination, the previous day's tranquility now replaced by an eager anticipation that mirrored Sage's own sense of purpose.

Sage, with her clipboard in hand and a focused expression, outlined the series of exercises that would gauge the extent of (Y/n)'s recovery and his readiness to resume active duty. She explained each task with precision, underlining the critical nature of their assessments and the importance of a thorough examination before reinstating him in the field.

(Y/n), though visibly enthusiastic, nodded attentively, absorbing every detail Sage provided with a keen sense of concentration. He flexed his fingers, testing the renewed strength coursing through his limbs, a reminder of the resilience that had enabled him to bounce back from the brink of danger so swiftly.

The first trial commenced with a series of agility drills, testing (Y/n)'s reflexes and speed. He navigated the course with practiced ease, his movements fluid and calculated, showcasing a renewed dexterity that belied his recent injuries. Sage monitored his progress closely, noting his performance with an impartial yet discerning eye, assessing the extent to which his abilities had fully rebounded.

"Nice moves. You're looking pretty spry out there," Sage remarked with a hint of admiration as (Y/n) effortlessly navigated the agility course.

(Y/n) flashed a grin, a glint of mischief in his eye. "I'm telling you, Sage, I must have picked up some extra spring in my step from all that hospital bed bouncing."

Sage couldn't help but chuckle at his jest, a subtle shake of her head betraying her amusement. "Let's hope you saved some of that energy for the combat simulations. We've got a few surprises waiting for you."

(Y/n) cracked his knuckles, adopting a mock-serious expression. "Bring it on, Sage. I've been dying to show these digital foes who's boss. I've got a score to settle after all that downtime."

Sage raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a wry smile. "Just remember, it's not about brute force. Strategy is key."

"Of course, of course, tactical genius right here," (Y/n) quipped, a playful twinkle in his eye. "I'll be like a finely tuned machine, or at least a slightly rusty one trying its best."

Sage let out a light laugh, unable to stifle her amusement at (Y/n)'s self-deprecating humor. "Well, let's see if that 'slightly rusty' machine can still outsmart our virtual adversaries."

Following the agility tests, the duo moved on to combat simulations, pitting (Y/n) against an array of virtual adversaries designed to mimic the intensity and unpredictability of real-world confrontations. (Y/n) exhibited remarkable finesse, his strategic prowess and quick thinking evident as he swiftly neutralized each simulated threat with a blend of precision and tenacity.

Sage orchestrated a collaborative assessment, enlisting the aid of Raze and Killjoy to put (Y/n)'s resilience to the ultimate test. Raze, with her explosive expertise, and Killjoy, armed with an arsenal of cutting-edge technology, joined Sage and (Y/n) on the training ground. Their shared objective was to rigorously evaluate (Y/n)'s durability and gauge his ability to withstand a barrage of formidable challenges.

"Whoa, Raze, easy on the explosives there! You're gonna singe my pretty face-off," (Y/n) exclaimed with a playful grin, his voice laced with a hint of amusement as he deftly dodged another fiery detonation.

Killjoy, her eyes fixed on her monitors, chimed in, "Relax, (Y/n), you're tougher than you look. Raze cluster grenade might do some damage, but it's nothing that Sage can't heal."