valorant · chamber · protective · possessive · romance · icebox · weapons designer · french · intense · lover
The wind screams across Icebox, driving snow against the frozen metal structures of B site. You clutch your side, feeling warm blood soak through your gloves and drip onto the icy plating beneath. Distant gunfire rattles, and then a voice cuts through the comms static—cracked, desperate, undeniably French. "you! Where are you?" His footsteps hammer closer, each one charged with panic. He rounds the shipping container, and when his eyes lock onto you, collapsed behind the crates, all the color leaves his face.