AGENT SOLARIS // VALORANT x Male Reader

Chapter 6 // Debrief

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"Well..." you sighed, arms crossed over the scorched edge of your chest plate. "Where to start?"

Your voice barely made it past the hum of the war room — low, hollow, swallowed by silence and screenlight. Above you, data shimmered on glass like ghosts of two Earths locked in orbit. Beneath your feet, polished steel reflected a man you barely recognized.

Brimstone stood at the far end, backlit by the glow of mission logs and planetary scans. He didn't speak right away. Just watched you. Measuring. Judging. Not with anger —. but gravity.

Sage stood to the side, serene as ever. Regal in stillness. Her nod was subtle, but no longer cold. There was something else in her eyes now —respect, maybe. Recognition.

Brimstone tapped the display. The screens dimmed. The air got heavier.

"You were brought in with more freedom than most," he said finally. "Because I respected your history. Because I saw the good you did on your own terms."

He stepped forward. Each bootfall echoed like punctuation.

"But this isn't Rabat anymore. This is something else. And on your first mission..." He stopped in front of you. His gaze didn't waver. "You died."

No anger. No dramatics.

Just the truth.

You breathed in slow, steadying your voice. "Phoenix went down. I... lost focus. Thought I lost a brother. I wasn't thinking like a soldier — I was thinking like family."

Brimstone's expression didn't shift, but something passed behind his eyes. Something personal. He exhaled through his nose — long, tight.

"I know the feeling," he said. "Best man I ever knew died the same way. Didn't come back."

You nodded once. Silence thickened. Then Sage spoke, voice softer than the light behind her.

"He didn't fall in vain."

You looked at her. She met your gaze now, held it.

"He took down Omega Skye. Reyna too," she continued. "Then... it was his mirror. Alone."

Brimstone turned slightly. "Where was his backup?"

Sage's reply came without flinch. "Jett, Neon, and I were defusing the spike. That was our call. And I don't regret it."

"You shouldn't," Brimstone said. "The spike always comes first. That's a rule."

You nodded, swallowing what was left of your pride. "I understand."

Brimstone studied you another second. Then —just barely — a nod.

"You enabled that win. That's rare. Especially against them."

A breath escaped you — half laugh, half pain.

"Laugh all you want," he added. "You did your job. Now tell me about your clone."

You paused. That word sat strange in your mouth. Clone. As if that's all he was.

"He moved like me. Thought like me. Like he'd seen everything before I did. And he didn't hold back."

Brimstone placed a hand on your shoulder — firm, grounding. "He's been active longer. Probably more conditioned. But you're still standing."

"Only because she brought me back," you said, nodding toward Sage.