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Waking up in the middle of the night, a sharp pain in the back of his throat, Copier threw off the covers and went to his washroom. He’s never felt something like this before, even with all the times he's been injured out in the field.

Sweat was forming around the boy's forehead as he hunched over the toilet. He coughed and coughed but nothing was coming off. It felt like something was piercing him through the heart. He racked another cough that felt like his lung was coming out of his body.

A small red thing came out and landed in the toilet. Copier’s throat felt a little better and he looked in the toilet to see what it was. A flower. He threw up a fucking flower. A flower! Copier stared wide-eyed at the flower that was floating in his toilet. Why a fucking flower?

Copier felt something else rising up his throat, so he hunched over the toilet once more and opened his mouth coughing. A trail of red came out and Copier continued to violently cough, making more blood come out.

He was scared of what was going on, and wasn't sure if he should go to Sage or not. He flushed his toilet and cleaned his mouth. He opted to see the healer in case it was serious. He was set to go on a mission tomorrow, and he couldn't do that if he was written as sick.

He walked silently down the hall, not surprised at the very little movement. It was around 5 in the morning so everyone in the protocol was asleep at this hour. He entered the Med Bay, with the flower in his hand. Before he could take another step towards the sleeping healer his body racked with violent coughs as he bent over the floor.

Sage was abruptly woken up by the sound of someone dying. GMumbling, she opened her eyes and sat up from her desk. She looked over to the entry doors and saw a figure hunched over. Concern lacing her face she got off the chair and walked over to the person. She noticed it was Copier and he was coughing up blood like no tomorrow.

“Hey, Copier” she said, placing a hand on the boys shoulder. Copier forcefully looked up with blood dribbling down his chin. “S-Sage,” he muttered weakly before coughing more, this time something came up that wasn’t blood. Sage stared at it closer and noticed petals.

Worried, and concerned lacing her eyes once more she picked the boy up and walked over to a cot laying him down. She wasn’t familiar with this at all, and she was confused on what to do. “Here” she said, placing a bin beside his bed and he coughed once more into it. More petals came out. Daisies.

“Copier, when did this start” she asked the male when he was able to talk without coughing. “The coughing started today, but I’ve had pain throughout my body recently,” he answered.
“Why didn’t you come to me,” she urged softly, wiping his face off of blood. “I didn’t think anything oof it. I hate burdening you Sage” he responded quickly as he laid down once more.

Sage shook her head, “I’m here to support you in any way. Unfortunately, I don’t know what this is” she started and Copier's eyes widened as if he knew what she would say next.

“I’m ruling you unfit for the mission” she said, grabbing a clipboard and pen. Copier looked down, shaking his head, “Sage! Please, I’m fine” he denied in a begging tone.

Sage shook her head, her ind made up. “You're coughing up flowers, for pete’s sake!” she stated firmly and Copier opened his mouth to argue. “Their nothing, it'll pass” he waved before turning to the side and coughing.

“Copier” Sage said softly to the boy who let out a defeated sigh and rubbed his throat.

“Fine, I’ll stay here. Do you know what this is, at least?” he asked the healer who nodded her head. While watching the boy she had an idea of what it could be.

“I think you're suffering from what we call the Hanahaki Disease” she said and typed something on a computer and showed it to the Copier.

“Hanahaki Disease is a disease where someone begins coughing up flower petals because they have unrequited feelings for someone.” Copier read out loud and looked at Sage.

“Who are you in love with?” she asked. She normally wouldn't pry, but it was required at this time. Copier never responded as he avoided Sage’s eyes. “Copier”

“It’s Jett, okay!” he stated abruptly. Sage's eyes widened, not sure she heard him correctly. “Yes, Sage. Our Jett, the one with wind abilities” he said as if he knew what she was thinking.

This was one of those harder cases of the Hanahaki disease, because Jett was dating Phoenix. Her best friend. Sage looked back at the info on the disease and kept reading.

“”The flowers can grow in the stomach, lungs, or heart, though it is traditionally in the lungs. Hanahaki Disease is a painful, slow disease that often develops over months, if not years, and begins with coughing up a few petals, and grows in intensity and pain until the victim is coughing up entire flowers, at which point the disease has reached its final stages.” Sage's tone trailed off as she watched Copier. “ If not treated, the disease is fatal.” she finished.

“Copier,” she started but the boy cut her down abruptly.

“Keep this between you and me, alright?” he said and laid down closing his eyes. Sage watched the bot with a pained expression.
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It’s been a few months since Copier first learned he was dying, and it was evident to the rest of the protocol too. He was getting weaker, frailer, paler and kept coughing up blood. He didn’t even train pr go on missions anymore. But, none asked and only Sage, Viper and Brimstone knew. Vipers were trying to find a different cure instead of Copier having to confess his feelings to a taken person but she was coming up empty.

Copier refused to do the surgery, and lost feelings for the Korean. He protested heavily against it much to Sage's demise. And today just got worse. He was currently lying in the hospital bed with Sage at his side tending to him. He passed out at the table apparently and she ran some tests with a frown on her face.

“Copier, you're reaching the end of your meter. The flowers have spread from your lungs to your Heart, and stomach.” she stated to the boy trying to keep her voice straight.

Copier nodded, knowing this was coming sooner or late. He didn’t respond as he just laid on the bed and stared up at the ceiling recalling his life memories. The good and bad times. They mostly all consisted of one particular agent. Sunwoo han. Jett.

Copier had his eyes on her the minute she stepped into the protocol and he couldn’t shake her. Not until Phoenix swooped in and asked her out. He was heavily disappointed in himself but plastered a fake smile for the couple anytime he saw them. He coughed once more, another Daisy coming out and adding to the collection on the floor.

“Copier, are you sure you want to go threw with this” Sage asked as the doors opened. “Y-yes” he whispered hoarsely barely making Sage hear it. The monitors started slowing down as his once steady heart rate became uncalculated. Sage looked over to the doors to see the protocol standing there aghast.

She gave them a wry smile as the line went flat. Copier had passed with a smile on his face. Sage stared at the boy sadly, and at what it came to for him. He died because of his feelings. He quite literally died from love.

“Sage,why aren’t you doing anything” called Jett speaking first as she watched Copier's lifeless body.

“I couldn’t if I wanted to. The disease he has wasn't treatable with normal medication or powers. He asked me to do this for him” she said pointedly. Jett’s world came crashing down as her bottom lip quivered and she fell to her knees, tears forming.

Phoenix bent to place a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off. Phoenix was taken aback by the sudden movement. “Jett” he started.

“Fuck off, Phoenix. I hate you!” she said through her racked sobs.

Phoenix stared at the figure slightly upset, it wasn’t supposed to go this way. “Phoenix, what did you do” asked Ypru looking at the flaming duelist. Phoenix rubbed his neck lightly. “Eh, nothing mate” he said, walking backwards slowly before taking off on a sprint.

“It was the Hanahaki Disease, wasn’t it” said Skye eyeing the daisies on the floor. The other agents looks at the Australian. “What, It makes sense. He’s been coughing up blood and petals for months, guys” she said.

“The only way for it to go away, was to either confess their feelings to the person they're in love with, or have surgery and forget the feelings towards that person forever. But, if that failed then they would forget the person entirely” Skye finished.

“Why didn't he go for the surgery?” asked Killjoy.

“He was in love with Jett”

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10:00 came by and a blonde-haired guy grabbed his jacket when a voice stopped him. “Are you going out, Dad?” asked the voice. Alexander turned around to stare at his teenager. “It's just for a little, Sunwoo,” he replied. 

“Are you gonna bring home a woman, finally?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Alexander opened his mouth but closed it quickly.  

“What do you mean by finally?” he asked back. 

“Whenever you bring a woman they never stick around, for example. Sabine” 

Alexander grimaced at the mention of Sabine. “I won’t bring home a girl, if you're gonna be like this” he said with a roll of his eyes, towards his daughter's antics. 

“I mean, you can bring home a guy. If that floats your boat” she said with a teasing smirk. Alexander shook his head, a small smile falling on his lips. “Get to bed, you,” he said with a wave of his hand. 

As he left the apartment, he could somewhat still hear the giggles of his daughter and he once more rolled his eyes at her antics. Hopping down the stairs he exited the apartment building and walked to his car. 

As he drove in the night, he thought back to just how much his life has changed over the recent years. He was an alcoholic for most of his daughters growing up. 

He wasn't abusive, but he wasn't the best father at that time. It wasn't till he met her . The angel sent down as if to guide him. Ying Ling Wei. 

He pulled into the parking lot of a bar and parked his car. Exiting after he turned off the engine he walked into the bar. 

Upon entering, loud music was playing, and people were dancing, pretty sure someone was either doing Crack or dealing it. He was off shift so he wouldn't pin them for it. Plus, he's a firefighter not a fucking cop. 

He sat down on a stool and ordered a beer. Nothing too fancy. He watched the screen above the bar counter while taking sips. He looked around and briefly stopped when he recognized the pong black hair of someone he knew. 

Ying Ling was here at the bar. He furrowed his eyebrows confused and wanted to go over to talk to her. She was his angel after all. But a group of men sat beside her and started making talk. 

Red flag. Being a firefighter he's seen his share of things like this.  He took another sip of his drink and waved the bartender over. 

"Ah, Eric my man" he said with a smile.

"What's up, Alexander" Eric replied. 

"See that girl over there with the long back hair" He pointed briefly to the table where Ying Ling was at. 

"What about her," he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

"Can you check on her, those men are suspicious " 

"You not a cop"

'No, but I am a firefighter. And, it's my job also to make sure the community is safe" he said with a smile. 

Eric stared at Alexander and sighed after a while. "Fine, I'll have Ryo check it out," he said and walked away to talk to a boy with black and blue hair. 

"Ryo" Eric called to the boy who was serving his boyfriend. 

Ryo turned around "yea, what's up," he said. 

"Can you check on the ladies in that booth?" He said and nudged in Ying Ling's direction. Ryo gave a quick look seeing the girl uncomfortable.  

"Yea" he said with a nod and grabbed his tray placing it under his arm. 

Walking over he plastered a smile. "Hello. Can I get you guys anything" he asked and watched the girl. 

"Beers for us and a scotch for the lady," said the taller-looking one. Ryo nodded before saying, "Do you want the scotch, ma'am" 

Yong Ling looked at the server with sadness in her eyes. "Uh. Yeah," she said and winced lightly. The guy on her left was digging his nail into her thigh. 

Ryo nodded and left the table going back to Eric. "She's uncomfortable," he said quietly to Alexander and Eric. 

Ryo grabbed the requested drinks and delivered them. Alexander kept an eye on them as he watched the game on TV also. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to happen but ten minutes later, in Alexanders' eyes. Ying Ling’s head was falling on the guy's shoulder to her right. 

The group stood up and the one offered Ying Ling his hand and she grabbed it. Alexander noticed the way she stumbled and had to lean against the and hold herself up to walk. Alexander knew she was drugged and he looked over at Eric. 

“Go get them, I'll put it on your tab” he said with a wave of his hand and Alexander slid off the chair exiting the bar. He turned to the parking lot and saw the four men, one was holding the door for Ying Ling and Alexander clenched his fist. 

“Hey,” he called to the group walking over. “Let her go” he stated. 

The men looked at each other and lagged before one threw a punch. Ducking, Alexander landed a jab to his sternum. Used an ‘x’ block for a kick, and elbowed the guy's back. Alexander grabbed his collar and slammed him into the ground, landing a fist on his nose. 

He’s pulled off by another guy and rolled along the parking lot pavement. Coughing he stood up with his fist raised. The second guy ran forwards and threw two punches. Alexander blocked one. He ducked under another and used his leg to trip the guy. 

He landed with a ‘thump’ and Alexander glared at him on the ground. The guy on the ground kicked his feet and tripped Alexander. Hitting the pavement once more, he coughed as the second guy recovered himself. 

The second guy reached behind him and pulled out a knife and Alexander watched closely. The guy was left-handed. Incapacitate the left, he's forced to use his right. Thrusting the blade forwards, Alexander sidestepped and palmed the guy's chin. He stumbled back lightly before wildly swinging the knife. Alexander jumped back hissing when he felt a sting come from his arm. 

Sova dashed forwards barreling the guy to the ground. He made quick work of straddling the guy and knocking the knife away. Left, Right, Left, Right. 

Finishing with the second guy, Alexander turned around to see the third one run at him. Fortunately, he didn't move in time. The third man grabbed his jacket and threw him into a wall. Hitting it harshly, Alexander groaned as he stared up at the sky. He couldn't give up. 

Not now. He pushed himself to his feet and stared his two last attackers in the eyes. The one threw a punch. Alexander sidestepped and placed his hands on the guy's shoulder and pivoted his body behind his. He rolled the attacker over his shoulder dropping his hand and letting him hit the floor harshly. 

Alexander kicked him in the face knocking him unconscious as he looked at the last guy. The last one scrambled for the knife on his fallen comrade's body. He thrust it forward and made repeated jabs. This put Alexander on the defensive. 

He kept hopping backward and dodging to the side to avoid being cut again. His foot stumbled across one of the knocked-out members and his cheek was cut. Panicking he quickly shoved the man back with his force pushing him away. 

Regaining his footing Alexander stared at the man. The man swung the knife. Alexander sidestepped. He thrust forwards with the knife. Dodged backward. Alexander gritted his teeth as he was slashed one more. Having enough, the next time the man thrust forwards. He slid forwards and kicked the man's balls. Hunched over the man dropped the knife. 

Like he did earlier he kicked it away from any of the affiliates and hard. He landed a quick jab to the face of the final man and turned towards the car where Ying Ling was. Her head was limp against the headrest. When he tried the door it wouldn't budge. 

He cursed and punched the window breaking it, but cutting his hand and getting little glass particles on Ying Ling. Opening the door from the inside, Alexander didn't care about the alarm that blared into the night. He scooped the woman in his arms and walked as fast as he could over to his car and put her in the passenger seat. 

Climbing into the driver's seat, still leaking blood he turned on the engine and pulled out of the parking space and the bars parking lot. The ride home was silent which wasn't of much surprise to Alexander. 

He messily parked the car in a spot and got out scooping Ying Ling into his arms once more. Locking his car he pulled open the apartment building door and climbed the stars. He pushed open the door and saw his daughter on the couch. She jumped when the door closed roughly and turned to see her dad with a woman in his arms. 

“Dad,” she questioned standing up and pausing the show on the tv. 

“Hey, hun. Can you get me a warm damp towel, water, and aspirin” he asked urgently but kindly and softly. Jett nodded and gathered the stuff that Father requested. Laying the drugged woman on her back he pulled a waste basket and placed it beside her. 

“Mind telling me what happened, and why you are bleeding” asked Jett entering the room with the requested supplies and bandages. 

“She's my co-worker, Ying Ling” he introduced taking the towel and placing it on the woman's forehead. 

“The one, you claim to be the ‘Guardian Angel’,” Jett asked, putting air signs at Guardian Angel. 

Alexander rolled his eyes but nodded in the end. He sat back on his heel as he finished putting a blanket over Ying Ling. “Will you let me tend to you?” asked Jett holding up bandages and alcohol. Alexander nodded and sat down after pulling off his jacket and undoing his shorts. 

Jett took notice of the bruises and minor scratches but ignored them. She applied alcohol to a gauze pad and placed it on the first cut along his side. He hissed and inhaled deeply clenching his face. 

“I know Dad. But that means the alcohol is doing its job,” she said and wrapped the bandage around the first slice wound. “So do explain, how you ended up with these injuries” she pushed. 

“What can I say, some dude drugged her, and I got into a fight with them,” he said with a shrug and wincing slightly more. 

Jett hummed in approval as she finished bandaging the last cut. “You should go to bed,” she said softly, staring at him. Alexander nodded and glanced over at Ying Ling. 

“You know you can sleep down here and not in your bed, or did you get a brain injury making you forget that” she teased. Alexander snickered and pulled her in for a soft hug. Pulling away she took the gauze pads and tossed them out before heading upstairs to her room. He grabbed the remote and looked at what Jett was watching, ‘The Last Of Us”. He nodded and turned it off. 

The lights darkened and the lamps turned on as he closed his eyes to sleep and did successfully. 

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Jett meets Yoru and goes on a small adventure with him. 

Jett was patrolling the streets of, her home city. She was feeling restless and couldn't sleep, so she decided to take a walk to clear her head. As she walked, she noticed a shadowy figure darting from alley to alley, keeping pace with her. Jett was intrigued and decided to investigate.

As she approached the figure, she realized it was Yoru, an agent from another faction. Jett had seen Yoru in action before and knew he was a skilled infiltrator and trickster. She wondered what he was up to in Tokyo.

"Hey, Yoru, what brings you to Tokyo?" Jett asked, trying to sound casual.

Yoru turned around, surprised to see Jett. "Jett, what are you doing out here so late at night?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Jett replied with a smirk.

Yoru chuckled. "Fair enough. I'm here on a mission, but it's nothing you need to worry about. What about you?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to take a walk," Jett said, shrugging.

Yoru looked at Jett for a moment, then grinned mischievously. "Well, since we're both up and about, why don't we have a little fun?"

Jett raised an eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"

Yoru explained his plan: they would sneak into the top floor of a nearby skyscraper, where there was a famous rooftop garden. They would enjoy the view and cause a little mischief, then make their escape before anyone noticed.

Jett was intrigued. She had always been a bit of a daredevil, and she liked the idea of a nighttime adventure. "Alright, let's do it," she said with a grin.

Yoru led the way, darting through the shadows and avoiding the security cameras. Jett followed, impressed by his stealth and agility. They finally reached the top floor of the skyscraper and slipped onto the rooftop garden.

The view was breathtaking: the Tokyo skyline glittered in the moonlight, and the garden was full of exotic plants and sculptures. Jett and Yoru wandered around, admiring the sights and making small talk.

Suddenly, Yoru pulled out a handful of cherry bombs and tossed them into the pond in the center of the garden. The explosions sent water and fish flying everywhere, and Jett burst out laughing.

Yoru chuckled. "I knew you'd like that. Now let's get out of here before security shows up."

Jett and Yoru sprinted back to the edge of the roof, where Yoru had set up a zipline for them to escape. They soared down to the street level and landed in a back alley, panting and laughing.

"That was awesome," Jett said, grinning from ear to ear.

Yoru grinned back. "Yeah, it was. We should do this again sometime."

Jett nodded. "Definitely. But next time, we should up the stakes a bit."

Yoru raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what do you have in mind?"

Jett smirked. "I'll think of something. Until then, stay sharp, Yoru."

Yoru grinned. "You too, Jett. See you around."

With that, Yoru disappeared into the night, leaving Jett feeling exhilarated and alive. She couldn't wait to see what kind of trouble they could get into next.

As Jett made her way back home, she couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected adventure she had just had. She had always seen Yoru as a rival, but tonight they had worked together and had a great time doing it. Maybe they weren't so different after all.

Jett smiled to herself, feeling grateful for the adrenaline rush and the new connection she had made. She knew that her next encounter with Yoru would be just as exciting, and she couldn't wait to see what they would get up to next.

From that night on, Jett and Yoru's paths would cross again and again, each time bringing new adventures and surprises. They would become unlikely allies, and forge a bond that transcended factional lines. And they would always remember that first wild night in Tokyo, when they had snuck onto a rooftop garden and caused a little chaos under the cover of darkness.

Their next adventure took them to the neon-lit streets of Seoul, where a rival faction was rumored to be planning a major heist. Jett and Yoru decided to team up and investigate, using their unique skills to gather intel and disrupt the operation.

Yoru used his teleportation abilities to sneak into the rival faction's headquarters and plant a listening device, while Jett used her agility to scout the surrounding area and gather information from street vendors and informants.

Together, they uncovered a plot to steal a valuable artifact from a local museum and smuggle it out of the country. Jett and Yoru decided to take matters into their own hands, and set up a trap to intercept the thieves before they could make their escape.

When the thieves arrived at the museum, Jett and Yoru were waiting for them, armed with smoke grenades and flashbangs. The ensuing battle was chaotic and intense, with Jett and Yoru working in perfect harmony to take down their enemies.

In the end, they emerged victorious, and the artifact was returned to its rightful place. Jett and Yoru shared a triumphant grin, knowing that they had saved the day once again.

As they walked away from the scene, Jett turned to Yoru and said, "You know, we make a pretty good team."

Yoru nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah, we do. Who knows what kind of trouble we'll get into next?"

Jett laughed. "I can't wait to find out."

And with that, they disappeared into the night, ready for their next adventure.

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Jett and Neon had been teammates for months on the VALORANT Protocol, a top-secret government agency tasked with protecting the world from various threats. 

They had always been close, but neither of them had ever confessed their feelings to the other.

One day, during a mission to stop a terrorist group from detonating a bomb in a crowded city, Jett was injured. She had taken a bullet to the leg and was rushed to the hospital for treatment.

 The rest of the team completed the mission without her, but Neon stayed behind to keep her company.

As Jett lay in protocol’s hospital bed, Neon sat by her side, holding her hand and trying to keep her spirits up. 

Jett was grateful for her company, and as they talked, she slowly began to realize that her feelings for Neon went beyond friendship.

Neon noticed a change in Jett's demeanor and asked her what was wrong. Jett hesitated for a moment before finally blurting out, "I think I'm in love with you."

Neon was taken aback by her confession, but she couldn't deny that she had feelings for her as well. She had always admired Jett's bravery and determination, and she knew that she would do anything to protect her.

"I feel the same way," she said, taking her hand in hers. "I've been too afraid to say anything, but I love you, Jett."

Jett's heart swelled with happiness at her words, and she leaned in to kiss her. It was a soft, tender kiss, filled with the promise of something more.

As Jett recovered from her injury, she and Neon spent more time together, exploring their newfound love and deepening their connection. They knew that their job was dangerous, but they also knew that they had each other to rely on.

Together, they would face whatever challenges came their way, knowing that their love for each other would always be their strength.

As Jett continued to recover, she and Neon spent more and more time together. They went on walks around the hospital grounds, watched movies together, and talked for hours about their hopes and dreams for the future.

Despite the danger of their job, Jett and Neon knew that they wanted to be together. They made plans for the future, talking about what their lives would be like once they retired from the VALORANT Protocol.

But their peaceful time together was interrupted by a new mission. The terrorist group that they had stopped before had resurfaced, and this time, they were planning something even more dangerous.

Jett and Neon knew that they had to act fast. They gathered their team and set out to stop the terrorists once and for all.

The mission was intense and dangerous, with gunfire and explosions all around them. But Jett and Neon fought side by side, their love giving them the strength they needed to keep going.

In the end, they were successful. The terrorists were stopped, and the world was safe once again.

As they returned to the protocol, exhausted but relieved, Jett and Neon knew that they had been through something life-changing together.

 They looked at each other and knew that they were meant to be together, despite the risks of their job.

With that knowledge, they made a vow to each other: no matter what happened, they would always be by each other's side, supporting each other and protecting each other with all of their strength.

And so they continued on, fighting for what was right and protecting the world from harm. But no matter what came their way, they knew that they would always have each other, and that was all that mattered.

Months passed, and Jett and Neon's love continued to blossom. They became inseparable, always working together on missions and spending their free time together.

But as much as they loved their jobs, they knew that they wanted to have a life outside of the VALORANT Protocol. They wanted to be able to live a normal life, free from the constant danger and uncertainty of their work.

And so, they made the decision to retire from the agency and start a new life together. They moved to a small town, bought a house, and started a new chapter in their lives.

Jett and Neon were happy, but they knew that they would never forget the work that they had done with the VALORANT Protocol. They kept in touch with their former teammates, always ready to lend a hand if they were needed.

Years passed, and Jett and Neon grew old together. They had children and grandchildren, and their love for each other never wavered.

As they sat together on their front porch, watching the sunset, Jett turned to Neon and said, "Do you remember when we first confessed our love for each other?"

Neon smiled and took her hand. "Of course I do," he said. "It's a moment I'll never forget."

Jett leaned her head on her shoulder and sighed contentedly. "I'm so glad we took that chance and told each other how we felt."

"Me too," Neon said, kissing her forehead. "I love you more every day."

Jett smiled and closed her eyes, feeling at peace. She knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, just as they always had. And that was all that mattered.

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Yoru had always been a solitary figure in the world of Valorant. He was a master of deception and manipulation, slipping in and out of the shadows to strike at his foes with deadly precision. But despite his skills and his reputation as a formidable opponent, Yoru was a lonely soul, haunted by memories of the past and the pain of loss.

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Skye and Yoru had been on a mission, infiltrating an enemy base to gather information on their latest weapon development. Everything was going according to plan until they were discovered by the enemy soldiers.

Skye had been hit by a bullet and was bleeding profusely from her shoulder. Yoru knew he had to act fast to get her out of there before it was too late.

He quickly assessed the situation and realized that they were trapped, surrounded by enemy soldiers with no way out. Yoru knew that they had to wait for their team to come to their rescue. He found a safe hiding spot for Skye and made her as comfortable as possible. He knew that the next few hours were going to be crucial for her survival.

Yoru used all his skills to keep Skye conscious and alert. He spoke to her in a calm and soothing voice, trying to distract her from the pain and keep her focused on staying alive.

Yoru knew that the longer they waited, the worse Skye's condition would become. He could see the fear in her eyes, but he remained calm and composed, assuring her that everything was going to be okay.

As the hours passed, Skye's condition deteriorated. Yoru did everything he could to keep her alive, applying pressure to the wound and doing his best to stop the bleeding.

He knew that they were running out of time, but he refused to give up hope. He kept talking to Skye, telling her stories and jokes to keep her spirits up.

Finally, their team arrived. Sage, the team's medic, rushed to Skye's side and started to assess her injuries. Yoru felt a wave of relief wash over him as he watched Sage work. He knew that Skye was in good hands now and that she would get the help she needed.

Sage quickly got to work, administering pain medication and checking Skye's vital signs. She determined that the bullet had missed any major arteries, but the wound was still serious and needed immediate attention. Sage quickly cleaned and dressed the wound, stopping the bleeding and stabilizing Skye's condition.

Once Skye was stable, Sage gave Yoru instructions on how to care for her. She told him to keep Skye hydrated and to watch for any signs of infection. She also gave him medication to give Skye for the pain. Yoru felt overwhelmed by the responsibility, but he knew that he had to be strong for Skye.

For the next few days, Yoru stayed by Skye's side, taking care of her every need. He made sure that she was comfortable, giving her food and water and administering her medication. He talked to her, read to her, and did everything he could to keep her spirits up.

As Skye started to recover, Yoru began to feel a sense of pride in himself. He had never been responsible for someone's life before, and he had never realized how much work and dedication it took to care for someone who was injured. He felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Sage for teaching him how to care for Skye.

As the days passed, Skye's condition continued to improve. She was still weak, but she was able to sit up and talk to Yoru. She thanked him for taking care of her and told him how much she appreciated everything he had done for her. Yoru felt a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he had helped Skye when she needed him the most. 

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Breach and Brimstone stood side-by-side, their weapons at the ready as they prepared to enter the abandoned warehouse. The air was thick with tension, and both agents knew that danger lurked around every corner.

Breach took a deep breath, his cybernetic enhancements humming as he focused his mind. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a seismic blast through the walls, stunning any enemies that might be hiding inside.

Brimstone followed up with a volley of incendiary grenades, filling the air with smoke and fire. As the flames licked at the walls, Breach charged forward, his trusty flashbangs at the ready.

The two agents moved in perfect sync, their training and experience allowing them to anticipate each other's moves without a word. They cleared room after room, taking out enemy forces with ruthless efficiency.

But just as they thought they were in the clear, they heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching. Breach motioned for Brimstone to take cover, and he stepped out into the open, his massive shield deployed.

The enemy was a formidable one, armed with a deadly rifle and a sharpshooter's eye. But Breach was ready for him. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a blinding flashbang hurtling towards the enemy, leaving him disoriented and vulnerable.

Brimstone emerged from his hiding spot, his weapons blazing. The enemy was quickly overwhelmed, and he fell to the ground, defeated.

Breach and Brimstone exchanged a nod, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins. They knew that their work was never done, but for now, they could take comfort in the fact that they had achieved their mission. 

As they made their way out of the warehouse, their weapons still at the ready, they knew that they would face many more challenges in the days and weeks to come. But they were ready for whatever came their way.

As they exited the warehouse, they were met with the blinding light of the sun. Breach and Brimstone took a moment to catch their breath and assess the situation. They had successfully eliminated the enemy threat and secured the area.

Brimstone turned to Breach and said, "Nice work in there, partner. You sure know how to make an entrance."

Breach smiled and replied, "Can't take all the credit. Your incendiary grenades made sure no one was hiding in the dark corners."

They both shared a laugh, knowing that their teamwork had saved their lives more than once in the past.

As they walked towards their extraction point, they discussed their next move. They knew that they couldn't let their guard down for a moment. The enemy was always watching, always waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Brimstone pulled out his tablet and started to analyze the intelligence gathered from the operation. Breach stood watch, his cybernetic eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

Suddenly, Breach's enhanced senses picked up a faint sound in the distance. He signaled to Brimstone to be quiet, and they both went into stealth mode, their weapons at the ready.

They approached a dark alleyway, and Breach sent a seismic blast through the walls. They heard a muffled scream, and a figure stumbled out of the shadows, disoriented and confused.

Brimstone recognized the figure as one of their informants, who had been captured by the enemy. They quickly freed him and extracted him to safety.

As they made their way back to headquarters, Breach and Brimstone knew that their work was never done. They would continue to fight the good fight, protecting the world from those who sought to do it harm. And they would do it together, as a team.

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Jett and Phoenix found themselves in the tranquil surroundings of an abandoned city park, a stark contrast to the chaos of their usual battles. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their figures as they stood beneath a towering oak tree. Their eyes met, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, as if nature itself was aware of the unfolding connection.

Jett, with her vibrant purple hair and mischievous smile, leaned casually against the tree, her eyes filled with curiosity. Phoenix, exuding an air of confidence, walked closer, the light of the moon illuminating his handsome features. The park was theirs for this moment, away from the clamor and danger of their Valorant missions.

"You know, I never thought I'd find a peaceful moment like this," Phoenix said, his voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability.

Jett chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and tenderness. "Well, we can't be all adrenaline and action all the time, can we? Even the most fiery souls need a break sometimes."

They both laughed, the sound mingling with the soft rustling of leaves. It felt as if a connection was forming between them, an invisible bond that defied the chaos of their world. Jett's heart skipped a beat, and she found herself drawn closer to Phoenix, her hand gently brushing against his.

Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still. The park faded into the background, and it was just the two of them, caught in a moment of possibility. Jett could feel the warmth emanating from Phoenix, as if he was a living flame, captivating and inviting.

In a sudden surge of bravery, Jett reached out and intertwined her fingers with his. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through both of them, igniting a fire deep within their hearts. It was a touch that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of the connection they shared.

Phoenix's eyes widened, his gaze shifting from their entwined hands to Jett's face. A mix of surprise and delight played across his features, and he leaned in closer, his voice a mere whisper. "Jett, I've always admired your strength and spirit. But now... I find myself drawn to something more than just your skill. I'm drawn to you."

Jett's heart fluttered, her cheeks flushing with a delicate shade of pink. She felt the weight of his words, the depth of his sincerity. "Phoenix, you've always been a force to be reckoned with. Your flames burn bright, but they also bring warmth and comfort. And now... I feel that warmth in my heart."

The air crackled with anticipation as they inched closer, their breaths mingling in the space between them. It was a dance of souls, a tango of emotions, as they navigated the uncharted territory of newfound love.

With bated breath, their lips finally met, and the world around them disappeared. It was a kiss filled with the passion of their shared battles, the tenderness of their unspoken feelings. Time seemed to stretch as they melted into each other, their bodies pressed together, becoming one.

As they reluctantly broke the kiss, their foreheads rested against each other, their eyes still closed. Their hearts beat in perfect rhythm, the realization of their connection sinking in. Jett couldn't help but smile, her voice barely a whisper. "I never expected to find love on the battlefield, but I'm glad fate brought us together."

Phoenix chuckled softly, his thumb caressing Jett's cheek. "Sometimes, love finds us in the most unexpected places. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Hand in hand, they

walked together, the moon casting their shadows on the path before them. In the midst of their chaotic lives as Valorant agents, they had found solace in each other's arms. Love had ignited like a spark in their hearts, promising warmth and protection in the face of adversity.

Under the moonlit sky, Jett and Phoenix continued their journey, embracing the unknown with courage and the power of their shared love.