ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ • ɪꜱᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Destination: Valorant HQ

Your (h/c) hair falls framing your face, you feel the cold hardness of the floor with your whole body limp, your (e/c) eyes trying to flutter open looking down at yourself you see specks of blood littered all across your clothes a dark figure approaches you.

"Can you hear me?" Tsk she's out cold the figure states with a serious tone lacing his voice, "somebody get sage or Skye immediately." Staying with your unconscious body...

Well how did you get into this situation?
Let's rewind a little bit.

You look all around you your bags finally packed as a homage to your previous civilian life. As the only child with no parents either life was rough for you, you needed the money to survive. Clutching an acceptance letter in your hands, your (e/c) eyes brush over its contents one last time readying yourself for what's to come.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴 (𝘺/𝘯) (𝘭/𝘯)
𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘈𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘛 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘖𝘊𝘖𝘓.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 1200 𝘰𝘯 𝘹𝘹.𝘹𝘹.𝘹𝘹𝘹𝘹
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
-𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"Everything online is telling me I get free food, a place to stay, and health benefits 24/7, man this is heaven god knows how long the cup noodles would keep me going for. I can fend for myself or worst case put on a cute face and hope the enemies give me some slack" you mutter to yourself dragging out your last couple of bags, as you dump your belongings onto your front porch and swiftly turn to lock and place your keys under the mat. As if on cue an engine revs behind you.

'Man these guys have bank they pick me up in a rolls Royce!?'
"Miss (l/n)?" A suited tall man appears opening the back door for you clad with a pristine attire you revel at the gold hem of his tuxedo and the sheer perfection of his white gloves. "A-Ah yes just a moment if I can grab my stuff to put in the back-" The unnamed gentleman swiftly picks up your suitcase on the floor and gestures for you to give him your bags in your arms also. "Thank you...Sir?" You state confused how to adresss the man. "It is my duty Miss (l/n). As the unnamed man is packing you take your cue and step into the spacious vehicle. Black satin with silver trim decorating the inside. After shutting the door behind you the Man gets into the driver seat before stating "To your left there is an e-card that will provide you will all the necessary information of your protocol, please do read through as our eta to headquarters will be approximately 4 hours" "Thank you driver" you say fighting back a yawn. 'I really shouldn't have pulled the all nighter trying to pack oh shit I need to text the landlord I left the keys under the mat' *Ding* 'and sent. Good riddance that place was practically falling apart man I'd kill to even sleep in this car, it's actually soo comfy, mr driver over there doesn't look too social maybe I should try and pick up the leaflet he was on about.'
You pick up the singular card confused seeing a small power button embedded at the bottom turning it on 'fuck this thing is a mini hologram wow there's a menu page and everything!' Swiping through all the options with the first being a map of your destination 'let's see, this is like a resort; spa, common area, gym, shooting range, even an allotment? This building is massive no wonder it's in the butt fuck middle of no where' your fingers next hovering over the uniform option hesitantly clicking it 'lets hope they haven't done me dirty... damn this outfit is cute, a little bit too revealing though hope I don't freeze on half of my new missions'  swiping to the job requirements left you get familiar with the mirror images, missions you'll be sent out on, the weapons database, map databases and the radianite substance. 'Each mission pays £10k damn, how in the hell did I manage to bag myself this' (e/c) eyes fluttering shut as your tiredness starting to kick in. You click on the agents option before deciding to not fight with sleep for a second day in a row.