Monica

“Wow… She took a knife to a gunfight….” Harbor whispers to Astra, who laughs wholeheartedly. “Ay yeah, don’t mind her! If she can fight, let ‘er!” The controller nudges her comrade; Yoru hears this and chuckles as well. He looks as you sheathe your katana from the cover, the silver weapon letting out a small whine, indicating its sharpness. ‘She takes care of her weapon well.’ The male hums, yes- He collects knives, which are pretty different from katanas, but the idea is kind of the same.

Brimstone gives the go signal and with the command, the rift walker watches you take off quickly from the scene. “Two enemies spotted mid,” Sova said, swiftly maneuvering your body; you push your feet off to position yourself to go to the mentioned place. “Huh, better not get left behind.” The duelist chuckles; teleporting to his gatecrash, he quickly takes out two enemies. “Leaving the rest to you, little miss samurai.” He hums, sitting in a place above to watch the show.

The splatter of blood and fallen groans were heard from the scene, awed stares bearing into you. You weren’t used to this attention. Sudden gunshots were fired, barely missing you; you jumped onto the left side of the big cargo boxes, doing a backflip in the process. Your trajectory was headed for the enemy Killjoy, who was in the process of putting a turret. You sheathed your katana and in an instant, her head went rolling on the floor. Flicking your katana, a soft thwack was caused by the blood splatter.

Clap, clap, clap.

“That was astounding.” Yoru compliments, “... Thanks.” You huffed in response, shivering from the cold. It was only now you felt the cold when the adrenaline ran out, “Here.” The latter shoves his blue jacket in front of you, his face red from embaressment. “Thank you, again…” “No problem.” The male waves dismissive as he walks away, you stared at Yoru’s form. It was only now you noticed he had quite a sleeper build. It was hard to notice all the muscles when he was always slouching and wearing his slightly oversized jacket.

Huh… Maybe, you’ll get to know this guy better.

Brings you small packs of your blood type after missions

“I just thought you might need this….”

The controller gets worried when you look pale during a mission; he knows you tend to ask for help when it gets too late because of your shyness.

“Stand down, soldier. Go and ask for blood packs from Sage.”

Tries to make you feel more comfortable by including you in the conversation, despite being a man of few words himself.

“Don’t you think her ability is quite fascinating, no?”

Also does the opposite when you don’t feel comfy in the discussion; He simply takes you away with no explanation.

“Do you feel better?”

Being intrigued by your power, Omen lets you repeatedly know that your ability is not horrible and is beautiful.

“Just think of it as a gift, don’t be afraid to show them what you can do.”

Doesn't force you to warm up to him; the male just lets you know he’s there to listen and help.

“Don’t be shy to approach; we are a team, after all.”

Overall- Omen knows what it is like to be seen as different and tends to be shy. He’s the best support you could have being new to the protocol.

The hushed ‘swoosh’ of the wind sent shivers down your spine, even though a thick duvet covered your body; head-to-toe. In front of you, a beautifully carved mantel with elegant clocks softly ticking alongside the occasional crackling of the fireplace, the dancing flame bringing heat into your shared home with Vincent.  ‘The morning would show the beauty of the ice for sure,’ You thought, allowing your brain to be empty, content to exist and be. Your head whipped in the direction of the soft crunches of the snow; you smiled. ‘It must be Vin.’ 

The soft bell rang, signaling Vincent had entered the home. Muffled shuffling of feet and thumps were heard as he made his way to you. “Ah, Mon Cheri. How I’ve missed you….” Your boyfriend hummed, his cherry-tinted fingers skimming your skin, then placing a small peck on your forehead. “Just where have you been, Vincent?”  You playfully pouted; the marksman kneeled at the side of your makeshift fort; “Me? Haha! I was out getting you the most delectable Hot Chocolate of your life!” Vincent proudly presented it; the cup smelled heavenly. Mumbling a soft ‘thank you,’ you carefully took the hot cup and, taking a few sips of the drink, you squealed, delighted. “It’s lovely, Vin!” “See? I know your tastes, mon ange.” 

Your lover hunched down to the level of the fireplace, feeding the fire more logs. The fire roared as it continued to grow and consume the wood. Dusting off his hands, he placed himself beside you, smushing your small fort of pillows and blankets. “Vin!” You whined, softly punching him as he mumbled, “What now?” “You ruined my fort.” “Ah, but aren’t I a great addition? I’m your knight and shining armor, am I not?” You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, c’mere big boy~.” Your arms and legs tangled together as you basked in each other's warmth and love. Vincent’s hair was ruffled, as was his coat. Though he didn’t seem to mind as much, he was half-asleep. While you were taking in his beauty, every perfection and imperfection reminded you how much you love this man.

“Vincent.”

“Hm?”

You breathed in softly, shutting your eyelids closed;

“I love you.”

The silence was almost deafening, but you couldn’t force him to say it back. It was heavy words that not everyone could say to another person. Nevertheless, you wanted him to know how you felt.

“Amour, open your eyes.”

Obeying, you slowly opened one eye and saw Vincent smiling and blushing. Not from the cold but from your words.

“I love you too. I love you to the moon and back.”

You beamed happily, snuggling closer to your man. 

Neon

Neon wasn’t a snooper; she held herself in high regard. She knew she was better than this but couldn’t stop looking. Neon originally was here to tell you Brimstone wanted your help on a plan. 

“Hey, Y/N. The old man wants your help on a plan for a mission.” You practically jumped from your seat when you heard the duelist's voice, “Oh! I-i almost forgot about that,” You hurriedly left your laptop and ran for it to the commander’s room. ‘It’s just a peak, best case scenario, and it's something normal, orrr it could be porn.’ Neon felt like she was committing a cardinal sin as she braced herself while slowly opening the screen. Neon opened her eyes to see messy long paragraphs with many grammar mistakes. She smiles and chuckles softly, her face burning up at your words. “You never fail to make me smile and gusto kita (I like you).” 

“What’re you doing?”

Neon looked up from her place, coming face to face with your flustered features. You immediately shuts the laptop and snatch it away. “H-how much of that did you read?...” You stutter out, the anticipation killing you. “All of it….” You felt like you wanted to blackout on the spot. “But hey? Aren’t you gonna ask me what I thought of it?” You slowly nod as you prepare for your rejection. “Y’know, if you like me, you could’ve just told me to my face,” She says, holding your jowls, forcing you to look up at her. “Kasi gusto kita ren. (Because I like you too).” Your eyes lit up in excitement; Neon could practically see the sparkles in your eyes. 

Phoenix

Phoenix had no shame whatsoever; as soon as you left for Brimstone’s room. He had already snooped through the google doc. 

“Ay yo! Brimmy told me to tell you to run over some of his plans for next week's mission!” “O-oh!”  You squeaked out and ran over to the room, leaving your laptop wide open for him to see.  Phoenix doesn’t read long things, but when he sees it is a love letter for him, he drops everything and reads it. “Your presence sets me on fire in such a good way. I’m on top of the world with you, Phoenix.” The firebird was bewildered; how could someone be so passionate about him? He knew he was a great guy but took it to heart since it was coming from you.

“Hey- WOAH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!”

Phoenix was too engrossed in reading your love letter; he couldn’t hear you making your way back. Trying to play it cool, he slams the laptop down and places his chin on his palm, acting like he didn’t read the google doc. “H-hey Y-y/n… Wassup? How was the meeting?!” The male tried to play off the topic; your face deadpanned as you already knew he went through the google doc. “Woah!-”  Phoenix squeals as he crawls backward when you try to approach. You slowly moved your laptop and sat down, feeling so discouraged. You couldn't present the letter better, and you didn’t feel ready yet to confess your feelings. Noticing your gloomy mood, he moves closer and lays his head on your lap. “If it makes it any better, I like you too….”

Sage

Sage didn't mean to do it, but she’s glad she did.

“Y/N, the commander told me to remind you that you have a meeting with him in 5 minutes.” “Oh my, thank you for telling me!” She smiles sweetly as you pass by; Sage glances at your laptop, which is left wide open. The healer shrugs and takes a small peak, ‘perhaps it’s a mission report? I’m sure I can help.’ she thinks. Slowly, she skims the google doc. Her heart stutters, not ready for the confession. “You are like a rock, helping and supporting everyone else; if you like me too, I can be your rock.” She melts at your kind words, reflecting on her life up until now; she’d been only relying on herself and only now learning to lean on others for help. Sage felt that more substantial towards you; you were like her lifeline.

“Sage, thank you for reminding meE!”

Springing up from the couch, she immediately spews many apologies, begging for your forgiveness. The healer could only look at the floor, not daring to look up from her place. The silence was almost deafening; she couldn’t lose you to her horrible mistake! After all, she just found out her crush liked her back. Gathering up her courage, she shakily grabs your wrists and whispers her following few words yet- It sounded so loud, too, at the moment. “Y/N- I like you too, so if you’d still like to, I’d want you to be my rock.”

Yoru

Unlike the first two, the man was shaken up; after reading, he just ran away, pretending he didn't see it. But days and days passed by, and your unintentional confession got to his head. 

“Oi, nerd.” He calls out; you immediately look up and lower your laptop’s screen. “Mhm?” “The old man’s looking for you; he said you had a meeting or something.” “O-oh, yeah… Be right back!”  You squeaked, rushing over to the commander's office. Yoru was curious about what was on your laptop, ‘A ‘Lil peak wouldn’t hurt, right?’ Squatting down to read the device, he almost falls from the shock. His trembling hand gripping his heart, he hated confrontation. Gunfight type of confrontation, sure, but anything related to feelings? No way. He flees from the scene, praying he could just push this all to the back of his head. 

But as the days flew by, your unintentional confession finally got to him. He grumbles as the rift walker walks over to your room. The knocking and pleasantries went by, a simple “So, what did you want to talk about?” Had Yoru’s heart in his throat, “I saw it.” The male mumbles; not used to seeing Yoru like this; you inquired once more. “You saw what?” “Your confession letter.” You go stiff, ‘WHAT? WHEN?’  You think long and hard before you realize. ‘Ah…’ The duelist’s sullen look and sudden confrontation made you think you would be rejected. “Listen Ryo-” “ 私もあなたが好き (I like you).” Astonished, you saw enough romance animes to know what he said. Smiling softly, “English, please?” You hummed; seeing the male so flustered and shy was just too much of an opportunity to pass up.

You were in the distance, watching this interaction go down; The French man’s thick and caramel-like voice rang through the earpiece.  Your heart aches; you want to be in Viper’s place. Receiving all the flirting and playful banter, you’ve thought of millions of responses to all his classic pick-up lines. It sounded like you were a lovesick puppy following its master because it was true.

You clutched the ghost in your hand; the thing would break in half if you weren’t aware of your strength. Neon immediately noticed your mood gone sour, she looks over at the place you're staring at and rolls her eyes. "Hay nako (Oh my gosh), don't mind him. As much as you fawn over him, you need to focus at the mission on hand." The duelist remarks, "Get to your position," she points her lips to the backsite. "We're about to start." You trudged slowly to the area, setting up your gadgets.

Unbeknowest to you, Chamber was watching your reaction. He left his earpiece open for you to hear. He chuckles at his actions, he shouldn't be showing signs that he didn't want you. It was the opposite. He wanted you badly, so badly. Chamber himself was confused why he was doing this. Perhaps it was the habit of this fake persona he's made.

"Many sightings of enemies going to my site, please send reinforcements." Your voice pierced through the earpiece, catching everyone's attention. "Roger that, your 'lil gadgets should hold 'em back right Y/N?" Phoenix jokes, "Shut up and get over here." "Woah... Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed."

The mission took forever the finish, you were sleepy and tired. Your backpack was extra heavy, because your gadgets were destroyed by the enemy team; plus the samples Killjoy begged you to put in your bag. You were practically stumbling on your way back to the helicopter. " You alright, Y/N?" Phoenix inquires, "No," You whine. "I'm so sleepy and tired and-" You slump down on the floor, "My bags extra heavy! I can't move anymore..." Neon sighs, "Akin na bag mo (Give me your bag)." You drag the heavy bag to Neon. She lifts it up without much effort, "The fuck? What's in here? Rocks?!" "I'll carry you then, after all you held down an entire site on your own! You deserve it!" Phoenix hums, as he lends you a hand. You mumble a small thank you and grab the mans hand. He carries you piggyback style, and the team continues to walk to the designated rendezvous point.

"Brimstone said the 'copter wasn't clear for take-off," Viper sighs, "Why, tho?" Phoenix chimes. "Let me finish my sentence." The controller states coldly, "The reason why is because there was 'air traffic.' Bullshit." "Ah, Viper! My offer still stands," Chamber hums, "I know this place very well. Let me treat you guys to dinner!" The Frenchman pulls out his phone and promptly orders a cab for all of you.

You all arrive at a great place with gold and diamond chandeliers intricately decorated on the ceiling. Rhythmic music plays in the background, setting the mood. Loud chatter and laughter overlap with the music. "Uh- I feel underdressed." You say as you gawk at the place; many beautifully dressed females with pearl necklaces and expensive purses eyed your party with judgemental eyes. With only Chamber dressed for the occasion. "Don't worry, I do too." Neon groans, "I think we all do." Phoenix sighs. The waitress comes and helps you with your table; you sit beside Chamber because "coincidently," there was no other chair available.

One look at the menu and you wanted to faint. "20 DOLLARS FOR ONE TINY LOBSTER??!" You screeched in shock. Chamber snickers as he wraps an arm around you. "Don't worry my friend, It's my treat after all ~" "This is a scam, fam..." Phoenix breathes out shakily, who was also flabbergasted at the prices. You all hesitantly order your food, and some small talk begins at the table.

"So that's how your tattoos work?!" You say, intrigued at Chamber's abilities. "But- Does your trademark also work the same way?" You stop; Chamber was staring at you. With a soft smile on his face, you immediately cover your mouth. "I'm Sorry- I must be annoying you-" "Ah, don't worry, Cheri. After all, I love talking about myself." He giggles as he places his hands on his palms. Chamber feels a slight tap on his shoulder, "Uhm- Hey there, sexy," A well-dressed woman drawls. You internally cringed at her approach, "my friends and I thought you looked absolutely ravishing... We were just wondering if we could get your number?" You thought Chamber would allow his ego to get stroked and entertain them, but no. He turns them down politely and looks back to continue explaining his abilities. The lady looked like she was bitchslapped across her face, clearly not accepting Chamber's rejection. "I will have you reprimanded, young man! Do you know who I am?" "You're an entitled bitch that can't handle rejection." You scoffed, and Chamber was surprised. He hasn't seen this side of you before; perhaps you didn't like how she flirted with him. "Now, excuse me, you're blocking the way of my food." You dismiss her, waving your hand away to shoo her off. The embarrassed woman runs back to her seat, holding off tears. The whole table laughs, and you begin eating.

The night ends well, and the helicopter arrives soon. You all leave the restaurant and go back to the pick-up point. You were at the back of the group with Chamber. Relishing the feeling of being with him, your fatigue catches up with you, and your legs begin wobbling again. Chamber offers to carry you, and you accept graciously. 'Chamber smells so good.' You thought you felt his muscles flexing under his suit and tie. You were gushing so much over his figure you didn't even notice he stopped walking. You only came to your senses when he said, "Cheri, I like you." Panicking at the sudden confrontation, you buried your head in the crook of his head. The air was cold, yet you felt so hot. You shakily breathed out, "A-are you sure? I thought you had eyes on Viper-" "I don't know why I do these things; perhaps it's my bad habit." The male lies; he knows why. "But I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you." That's the truth; he would burn down this godforsaken world for your happiness. He puts you down and faces you, slowly caressing your cheekbones.

"You think they're alright?" Phoenix whispers to Neon as he stares at the two sentinels at the back. "Yeah, I'm sure they are." She chuckles as she witnesses the party kiss. "Jeez, she took long to say it; I don't know how long I could bare their tension." Viper gags, and the firebird shouts. "Ay! Could yall hurry it up?! I know you're having a moment, but Brim says the 'choppers there now!"