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Lightning fractures the sky like the Earth itself is remembering pain. Thunder rolls in behind it — not just a sound, but a force, shaking the bones of the dropship as it cuts through the storm.
Rain lashes the hull, a relentless hiss against the metal, drowning out the pulse of the engines. Inside, the tactical cabin feels no warmer. The mission is over. The silence is not.
Brimstone stands at the center of the room — a silhouette carved from iron, illuminated by the staccato flash of lightning through the viewports. His coat is still damp. His shoulders are heavier than usual.
They made it out. Barely.
Reyna is unconscious. Killjoy's left arm is laced in half-melted gauze. And Neon — Neon isn't moving. Her body trembles in the faint glow of Sage's healing aura, lips parted in shallow breaths as radiant energy pulses over her skin.
They were ambushed.
Not by a squad. Not by a team.
By one.
The silence breaks with the hum of Sage's power, soft and steady as she tends to Neon on the med-bench. Blue-white light blooms like moonlight over water, calm and precise, in direct contrast to the chaos that came before.
Brimstone's voice cuts through.
"So," he says, activating a holographic feed at the center of the room. A single figure materializes. Blurred by firelight, backlit by destruction. A revolver in hand. Wide-brimmed hat. Full helmet, eyes aglow. The clip freezes on the flicker of heat spiraling from his fingertips. "This is who took down Reyna, Killjoy, and Neon."
The room stiffens.
His voice is measured, but undercut by the quiet rage of a man counting injuries like casualties. "Any ideas?"
Yoru peels himself off the bulkhead with a scowl. He's soaked from the collar down, a comb flipping between his fingers. "They were caught off guard," he mutters.
"Obviously," Brimstone fires back. "But Reyna doesn't get caught off guard. Neither does Killjoy. Or Neon. So unless this guy fell out of the sky—"
"Maybe he did," Yoru says, eyes flicking to the hologram.
Then, another voice. Low. Steady. Carved with memory.
"I know him."
All heads turn.
Cypher steps out of the shadows, coat trailing rain behind him, face unreadable beneath the brim of his hat. His voice is calm. Unsettlingly so. "That revolver... the helmet... I'd know it anywhere. His clone took after mine — but he took after someone else first."
Brimstone shifts closer to the image. "Name?"
Cypher doesn't answer right away. His gaze lingers on the flame-licked outline frozen in the hologram. Then, like he's pulling a name from a grave, he says it.
"...Solaris."
A pause. The name means nothing to most in the room — but everything to him.
Brimstone doesn't waste time. "How do you know him?"
Cypher retrieves a small device from his coat — analog, weathered — and flicks it open. A flickering projection blinks to life. It's grainy, sunlit.
A boy, maybe thirteen. Sweating, focused, revolver in hand. He fires. Misses. Fires again. Hit.
A montage plays — years condensed into seconds. He grows. Learns. The shooting sharpens. Flame becomes part of him. Like breath.
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AGENT SOLARIS // VALORANT x Male Reader
Fanfiction(Rewritten ⭐️) After the First Light, the world changed - but not for him. Left behind in the ashes of Rabat, a young Radiant rose from loss, forged by fire and hunted by the very people who feared what he'd become. They took his mentor. His freedom...
