VALORANT: Stories

Risks and Sacrifices (Viper x Killjoy)

Risks and Sacrifices (Continuation to “Type of Romance”)

"Ah, there they go again."

Standing beside one of the tables in the training area within the facility, Sova, Phoenix and Viper could be found preparing their equipment for a little simulation training. The clicking sound of their guns being drowned out by the occasional shots Jett and Reyna fired at the moving targets before them.

Unsurprisingly, Sage was also there. If Raze wasn't out with Omen and Killjoy for a mission, then she'd probably be there to cheer on the two competing agents.

Like what Sova had mentioned, Jett and Reyna were once again going head-to-head in vying for Sage's attention. While Jett had boasted about how Sage and her had been paired up for a mission last week with Breach and Omen, Reyna was openly bragging about how she and Sage went on a recon operation with Cypher two days ago and that the latter was considerate enough to give them both a little bit of privacy during their flight to the involved location.

One thing led to another and poof, they were back to competing with one another by showing off who's much better. It was becoming a routine, honestly, and the other agents had already become used to it.

"I know I'm a little dense, but I'm not that dense." Phoenix said with a little snicker, nodding towards Sage. "Jett and Reyna have been trying to get her attention for a long time. Can't believe she still hasn't noticed it yet."

"Sage isn't one to put meanings behind a person's words without clarification." Sova said, chuckling. "I do not blame her. The two do have a bit of an unorthodox way of acquiring her heart."

"What do you think, Viper?" Phoenix asked, giving the scientist a light nudge with this elbow. "Any thoughts about them?"

"None." Viper deadpanned, most of her attention focused on the pistol she was handling. "I don't waste time listening to idle gossip."

"Ah, of course." Sova replied for Phoenix, a knowing look written all over his face. "After all, whenever you're not working in your lab, you're with your myshka." (myshka – mouse)

Viper lightly glared at the initiator in return, but said nothing.

"Myshka?" Phoenix asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Does that...? Does that mean mouse?"

"That it does, my friend." Sova said, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "It's what Viper calls Killjoy."

Phoenix outright had to stop himself from laughing when he looked towards Viper, only to find the woman now directing her glare at him. "Wait, so the rumours about you and KJ, it's true?"

"That's none of your business. And, if you continue to prod," Viper cocked the Ghost she had in hand and smiled sardonically at Phoenix. "I don't know what I might do with this gun."

While Sova laughed at the threat, Phoenix paled. He was literally beside Viper, so before Sova gets shot for outright laughing, he would probably die first if they both continued to prompt for a response from Viper.

Just when Sova was about to ask them if they're ready for their simulation practice, Brimstone marched in with a grim expression on his face. He may not have immediately captured their attention upon his arrival, but the heavy thump of his footsteps surely did.

"Sova! Sage! Viper! Reyna!" Brimstone called out, ushering the four agents to follow him before he turned away and made his way back to the exit.

"Wait, wait, what about me?" Phoenix asked before he glanced at Jett, who dashed forward to try and chase after Brimstone. "Uh, us, I mean. What about Jett and me?"