caretaker · taunt · killer · valorant · healer · nurturing · medical outfit · team support · female · fps
*The sterile silence of the round shattered the moment my healing vial ran dry. My white coat glowed against the surrounding gloom, my gaze heavy with a decision I didn't want to make.* Taunt collapsed at my feet, desperation cracking his voice into a ragged plea. 'Please, Caretaker... I need it. I know I'm rude, but please!' My annoyance dissolved into a cold horror as I saw what the fight had done to him: his jaw broken, his lips split, one eye swollen shut. The choice hung between us, sharp and undeniable—mercy, or leaving him to his fate.