chamber

— there are two sides to vincent being in love

— the first side is the side he is quite loud about. flirting, gifts, and compliments out the wazoo

— its especially noticeable in front of your colleagues. out on the field he’s flirting with you between rounds, appraising your clutch plays or quick thinking

— if you have setups to play off of he’s praising that as well, and if you don’t he’ll happily follow along to any plans you may have to defend site

— it doesn’t even have to be related to the mission, either. he’ll compliment your attire (even if its not exactly his style), even engage in some friendly-flirty conversation when there is some down time

— the other side is much more subtle

— although he is all about flashy gifts and obvious comments, the other part of him wants to show its not just a façade

— vincent’s favorite past-time is the time you two spend in his workshop together. it starts as a friendly offer to repair some of your gear for free but soon evolves into somewhat of a hang-out spot

— despite him swearing up and down he can’t focus with another person in the room, you’re almost always found in there. just don’t mention how his projects always go by the fastest when you’re there

— he also likes to bounce ideas off of you. thoughts on his latest project, any ideas for his next project, that sort of thing

— even if you aren’t well-versed in what he does he believes your opinion matters

— he also enjoys conversing with you, getting to know you on a deeper level

— during hq-wide functions (parties thrown by the younger agents), he’ll keep you company and chat your ear off. even suffers through a few rounds of mariokart (or whatever else is playing) just to see you smile when you absolutely destroy him

— or on the training deck, engaging in light conversation while waiting for your turn

— also will indulge in some of your hobbies, even if they may not particularly strike his eye

— you’re an outdoorsy person and want to go on a hike with him? he’ll be there, though not exactly dressed appropriately for the occasion. you like to play video games? sure, just don’t miss the blush on his face when you laugh because he messed up

— though, the entire time he’s tossing around compliments and flirtatious banter. the difference is just who is around

— vincent in love is someone who wears it on his sleeve, but refuses to admit it in fear of rejection (somebody save him please)

jett

— sunwoo is cheeky when she is in love with someone

— all of her voice lines are quite playful, especially her ones to phoenix

— so its not much of a surprise that a lot of her dialogue with you is playful and light-hearted

— out on the field she’s your own personal cheer squad. when you make a good play or clutch up, she’s rooting and asking everyone else “did you see that?”

— she’s also calling you a lot of nicknames, both in english and korean. think similarly to her calling phoenix “pretty boy”

— she also does a lot of showing off, yes even a bit more than she does already

— crushing it in training, even if brimstone reprimands her for not playing with the team. she’ll use exclusively her knives, updrafting and dashing around like nobody’s business

— even just around hq she has to do it. carrying heavy things for you, twirling her knives around casually, even telling you about the ace she scored the other day

— despite this she will always turn to you for quick-thinking decisions or guidance on the field

— outside of the showing-off, she likes to spend a lot of time with you

— sunwoo will invite you around to eat and explore, weaving in and out of shops with you. will drag you along to explore the different sites during downtime

— is the first to challenge you to whatever player v player game is being played, and occasionally she will purposefully try to lose just to see you laugh

— likes to share her craft with you. even if she is cooking for the whole protocol she’ll invite you to join her and help. always asks you to taste whatever she’s making, and takes your input very seriously

— also yaps to you endlessly to her friends. won’t do it when you are around, obviously, but the other agents end up knowing more about you through her than through yourself

— although being playful and free-natured there are small moments which tell you she does care

— if you’re telling a story, whether in a crowd or just to her, she’s completely captivated by what you say, hanging on the edge of every syllable

— at the end of missions you are the first one she finds, even if it went smooth with no casualty. she’ll brush it off with a playful remark or two but you can tell she’s worried about you

— sunwoo is confident in her feelings for you, but still needs a little bit of a push to admit it

iso

— zhao is mysterious as he is gleeful when he is in love

— unlike jett and chamber he is unlikely to show you how he feels through words and more through actions

— although, yes, he’ll still speak to you and compliment you, its not as flashy or as forward as the other two here

— he tends to gravitate towards you on missions. for some strange reason he finds you ground him and he can focus more than he already is

— if you have any setups he’s asking you how you want him to play off of it, if you don’t he’s asking if you have any plans for defense or where you want him to be

— when you do something impressive like an ace or a clutch, he’ll praise you with a thumbs up and a grin. if he thinks the other agents aren’t recognizing your talent he’ll say a simple sentiment to get them to catch on

— he also enjoys listening to the music that you listen to. he’ll ask you for some of your recommendations and immediately put it on his playlists

— if you pay close enough attention you can tell when a song of yours comes on by the way he’ll randomly grin

— that being said he’ll also share some of his music too. is not the best with words, so sharing his music is sharing a part of himself with you. if he hears it come up in your playlist it sends him over the moon

— sometimes even finds himself listening to music that perfectly outlines his situation (cough love songs). though he won’t ever admit it

— if you’d ever ask he would definitely share his earbuds with you

— will also randomly invite you to listen to music with him. probably something like “____ came out with a new album, would you like to listen to it with me?”

— outside of music (although it is everywhere), he enjoys just spending time with you together

— zhao’s favorite thing is to just sit together with you. can be in silence, can be with music playing, but your presence is what keeps him. often won’t speak, just the two of you doing your own separate thing but together

— during events at hq he’ll stick by your side, whether or not the two of you are in a crowd. will play the party-mandated player v player game with you, but don’t expect him to go too easy on you

— invites you out, with just him. won’t be anything too crazy, maybe a walk along the shoreline or to gaze at the night sky

— he’s just as observant as he is sentimental

— he’ll watch you train just to offer you a few tips, or shift to follow your lead without anything needing to be said

— on the same note he’ll quietly observe your interests, mostly during the quiet one-on-one time you two share. he’ll take a little time to learn about it before asking you if you wanted to try it together (if possible)

— occasionally buys you gifts, think small like keychains or other trinkets. will brush it off with a “thought of you” but its not too far off the truth

— he’ll compliment you as well, though not nearly as much. but each time he says a sentiment, you can tell he really means it

tejo

— probably would not notice your jealousy immediately

— its more than likely because the cause of your jealousy is ingrained in a deep conversation with tejo, and he's thoroughly enjoying the topic of it

— that being said, he is quick to catch onto your jealousy after the fact. usually happens when he subconsciously pulls you in mid-sentence or turns to ask you a question. sees the frown on your face, or the furrow in your brow, and especially notices the way you're not-so-sublty staring at the cause of your jealousy with a pointed glare

— he'll take you off to the side, excusing the conversation he was having, and ask you what was wrong

— when you mutter a "she was staring at your arms..." or "he's touching you too much," he'll understand what's going on here

— admittedly does chuckle a little bit. not because he believes you're unjustified, quite the opposite, but because he's amused over you being jealous when its so painfully obvious that you two are secure in your relationship

— nevertheless tejo absolutely takes your instincts to heart, maybe its something he was not seeing or simply paid no mind to (because he doesn't think of anyone like that other than you). trusts you wholeheartedly and if you feel there's a problem, there probably is a problem

— excuses himself from whoever he was talking to, making it painfully obvious he wishes to spend time with his partner. pretends to not notice when they get huffy about it, walking away with a hand on your waist

— if you end up feeling guilty, because the conversation they were having was innocent, he’ll shut it down almost immediately

— “there are plenty of other people out there who can have a conversation without needing to excessively touch me, cariño.”

— the next time you two go out, he’s glued to your side, making it obvious to any bachelor(ette) that he is absolutely smitten with you and you alone

chamber

— to be honest, chamber is likely used to positive attention that is slightly more than just friendly

— he's had a lot of people flirt with him throughout his life, whether it was due to ulterior motives or due to the fact that they actually found him attractive

— so when he starts dating you, he’s typically on alert over who is flirting with him and who is actually looking to have a friendly conversation

— though there are times where he can get carried away on a topic he is interested in, like his guns or the arts, and not notice the advances being put towards by the person he is talking to

— there is someone who is aware of it, however, and that someone is you

— whoever is flirting with him must be one brave individual, considering how he’s the one man whose favorite past time is to peacock you around. so you’re hanging off his arm, chiming into the conversation at his insistence, looking just as perfect as ever

— vincent only notices when you go silent, and he turns to see you glaring at the other person with a scowl he rarely ever sees

— he’ll pull you off to the side, both out of worry and preventing you from tearing into the other person, and ask you what is wrong. did they say something you didn’t take kindly to? are you not enjoying yourself, mon amour?

— when you finally tell him about the person flirting with him, how they were complimenting him too much or staring at him too much, he’s honestly a bit surprised

— he’s happy you said something, though, because he’d rather you tell him then let him suffer in his obliviousness

— after reassuring you, he gets a cheeky grin on his face. you know he’s plotting something, and its obvious when he brings the two of you back over to the person

— now, this time around, he’s doing nothing but talking about you. every new topic the person brings up he somehow relates back to you, singing your praises. he’s not obnoxious but its pretty obvious that he’s in a relationship

— eventually they excuse themselves, flustered, leaving an amused and smug chamber

— from then on out he makes it clear to anyone that he loves you and you alone

sova

— sova is sweet, but not oblivious. everyone knows that, and you are no exception

— normally he can figure out when someone is conversing with him in a less-than-friendly manner. he’ll politely tell them that he’s in a committed relationship and if they get fussy about it he’ll move on

— sometimes, however, its simply not something he will catch on to

— more than likely due to the fact that the person isn’t direct with their advances, just thinly veiled compliments and obnoxious laughing at the words that he says

— what sova does notice, however, is the glare from across the room coming from you. there’s a frown on your face, and you aren’t paying any attention to what your friends are saying around you

— it concerns him and he immediately gets up and goes over to you, asking what was wrong. he thinks something happened to you

— when you point out the cause of your jealousy, who is now staring at you with a pointed and confused glare, he immediately catches on. he’ll pause for a moment, wondering what he missed, before going back over to them

— without missing a beat he calmly apologizes for any mixed signals, explains to them that he is in a happy and committed relationship, and that he does not appreciate the advances they are displaying

— doesn’t even wait for the flustered explanation before walking away from them and back to you

— if you end up feeling bad about it, knowing it was a relatively normal conversation before the other person started flirting, he’s not interested in a word of it

— “anybody else can have a conversation and respect boundaries, любовь. they could not.”

the sun was blinding.

it wasn't like you to be out on missions like this. you weren't the fighting type. sure, you were technically qualified in the eyes of your superiors but in reality this wasn't your thing. you wanted to be on base, in the comfort of your office, decoding.

brimstone had mentioned something about needing your expertise out on the field, a quick in and out recon mission. there’d been chatters about an abandoned omega warehouse, and you were brought along for the ride.

i wish iso was here.

the tapping of your foot was in rhythm with the hum of the vulture as it soared through the air. you pretended to look at the layout of the site you were infiltrating, in a desperate attempt to hide how nervous you were. everything was distracting.

cypher was across from you, the older man deep in his own thoughts as he analyzed whatever was on his laptop. sage was in the cockpit, while raze was busy jamming away, headphones on. the thump of the bass could be heard on the other side of the ship.

glancing back down at your laptop, you took in the site plans one more time. your boyfriend’s voice echoed in your head, his calm and composed pre-mission pep talk.

remember to breathe, baobei. your teammates have your back. go in and do what you do best, they will be at your side.

you took a deep breath. you were grown, trained and surrounded by people who knew what they were doing. a simple recon and decode mission. you were alright.

the vulture landed after another twenty minutes, and you spent the time actually looking at the site plans. it was relatively simple enough, especially with nobody around. get in, figure out what the other earth was doing, and get out. maybe do some exploring or grab a bite to eat.

spirits were high as the four of you stepped out of the hangar, cypher chatting away about what’d he’d learned about the place on the way over. apparently the warehouse hadn’t been abandoned for long, but the surveillance had shown it to be completely lost. not a single presence of omega there for months.

it was an eerily similar atmosphere when you stepped inside. dust settled on radianite boxes and metal tables, sunlight streamed through foggy windows. your footsteps echoed across the space as you walked, scuffs of shoes against the concrete below. it was dusty as all hell, and it made you wonder if cypher’s mask was made for more than just obscurity.

“what are we even here for?” you asked aloud, placing your laptop down on one of the tables. the connection was spotty, out in the woods, the older man placing his equipment down on the same table.

“brimstone needs us to collect as much information as we can. if this place exists, who knows how many more are out there,” the man replies, starting to type away at his laptop. you hummed, looking around the place. drumming your knuckles against the metal, you waited until the portable hotspot was online.

sage and raze explored around, the brazilian seeming to be a bit too antsy as she tapped her hands and shuffled around. they took note of what was left, unusual oddities, or even bringing you scraps of equipment to see what could be decoded. it was relatively simple enough.

“don’t you think there’s too much radianite left?” you asked cypher. the man looked up.

“i mean, aren’t they the ones taking from us? why would they just leave it for us to find?” you continued, a furrow in your brow.

“hm. probably left in a hurry,” the moroccan replied, “maybe there was something lurking in the woods…”

the implication made you grimace, an amused cackle sounding from the man across from you. shaking your head, you glanced back down at your computer. but still, you couldn’t get the thought out of your head…

why was there so much radianite?

at some point the dust started to get to you, a sniffle and a teary eye forming, so you decided to get some air.

it was cool out. the sun had set, sky painted in oranges and yellows. the air was a lot clearer, taking a deep breath. the warehouse was surrounded by nothing but forest, the wind rustling the leaves and the calls of birds echoing off tree bark. it helped to calm your sneaking suspicion, the small nag at the back of your mind.

turning to head back inside, there was a rustle in the wood beyond you. you paused, not even able to dismiss it as nothing before it rustled again. hand on the sheriff on your hip, the rustling made itself known.

you recognized it instantly. the mop of black hair, the billowing white jacket, the purple eyes. why was he here? he hadn’t been scheduled on this mission. the neutral look on his face made it hard to decipher.

“iso?” you called, but he didn’t move an inch. you failed to register the small commotion behind you, heart leaping as he drew out his gun and pointed it straight at you. you froze.

“zhao, what are you doing?” you asked again, panicked. he tightened his grip, finger on the trigger, cold look in his eyes. you barely heard the soft echo of scrambled footsteps as your teammates shouted.

‘it’s a trap!’

the sound of gunfire exploded after that, from both inside and outside the warehouse. iso stepped forward after that, gaze and aim steady as he made his way forward. your hand shook on your weapon, mind at war.

this isn’t your iso.

before even working up the courage to draw your weapon, your vision went spotty as the shot rang out. the last thing you heard was the crunch of cold footsteps next to your head before the world went white.

. . .

thump thump thump

beep beep beep

the faint sound of tapping and beeping is what woke you from the dreamless sleep. your eyes barely opened before they squeezed shut again, blinding light hurting your head. the thumping, previously thought of as your own heart, was the incessant tapping of foot against linoleum tile.

something was squeezing your hand.

with a groan you sat up, shielding your eyes with your other hand. it caused the warmth next to you to immediately shift, hands on your back and shoulder to keep you upright. you felt dizzy and a little bit cold, a dull ache in your head and your side. attempting to open your eyes again, you were met with the familiar mop of black hair and concerned purple eyes. iso.

he reached out, placing his hands on your cheeks and smoothing your skin over with his thumbs. relief flooded his vision.

"baobei, you're okay," he breathed, which caused your brow to furrow.

"zhao?" your voice was shaky with your reply, almost distrusting the instinct to melt into his arms. what if it was a trick? what if omega had taken you and this was just another ruse? he nodded, smoothing out the furrow with his steady touch.

"you... but you..." you croaked, remembering what had happened in the woods, "you shot me."

iso frowned at that. the whole protocol had heard about the hidden-in-plain-sight ambush, especially when killjoy went haywire over her girlfriend being there. it sent his own well-hidden worry into overdrive, but learning that "he" had been the one to shoot you did not sit well in his stomach.

"what happened?" you asked, prompting him to continue.

"it... it was a trap. a storage unit purposely abandoned. they wanted to steal your equipment and get ahold of our system," he explained, voice low, "i guess 'i' was there too."

it was your turn to frown, the guilt obvious in his voice. normally he was so collected when talking about the mirror agents, but here he seemed hurt.

"zhao..." you breathed, "it wasn't your fault. i... i hesitated. i thought it was you."

he looked up after that, meeting your gaze. his hand took yours and squeezed it, studying your expression with a deep inhale.

"its not your fault either. i struggle to fire when i see you over there, too," he says, voice even yet vulnerable, "i hate causing you pain, even if it isn't really you."

it made you smile. this was your iso. you leaned in for a hug, wrapping your arms around him and just resting. wherever that other iso went did not matter now, yours was right here.

"just don't ever look at me that coldly again."

tejo

— honestly, it probably starts due to tejo’s love of switching between spanish and english

— he does it without even thinking, one second he’s speaking a full sentence in spanish and the next is in english. in turn he does it a lot with you, though he has to translate everything he says

— you figure, at some point, it must be frustrating for him to have to translate everything for you instead of being able to hold a full conversation in his mother tongue

— which, its not as frustrating for him as you make it out to be. in fact, your confusion is amusing to him

— nevertheless, you set out in an attempt to begin learning his language as a way to surprise him and make his life a bit easier

— the first rather obvious thing to do was to ask one of your co-workers. the first person you asked was gekko, the young man seeming approachable enough

— despite being enthusiastic to help you, he had no idea where to start. he was young and had little experience teaching much, let alone a language. so you decided to tell him it was okay, he didn't have to

— then there was reyna!

— ...who had been away for a week at her sanctuary and probably would not be back for a while

— which left you to the next obvious option: apps. though you'd heard less than favorable things about them, it was really the only option you had in favor of keeping it a surprise from your boyfriend

— so, you set out, using the app every chance you could. which, honestly, was already difficult in of itself, seeing as how almost every free moment you had tejo insisted on being with you

— progress was slow. way too slow, especially for your liking. it was enough to be able to pick out bits and pieces of what your boyfriend was saying, but not enough to be anything useful. alongside the slow progress, translating between two different dialects was not the best either

— tejo finds out late one day, coming back from training. he assumed you were asleep so he didn't bother telling you he was coming back from training. unbeknownst to him you'd been awake, typing away at your phone on the language app

— it takes him a second to realize what you're doing, but once he does he's amused with a chuckle. which in turn scares the life out of you, not realizing he'd been there

— when you (finally) admit to what you'd been doing, he's very touched by the action. tells you that you didn't have to do such a thing (to which, please tell him that's not an option)

— nevertheless he offers to teach you instead of having to use a flimsy app to learn spanish. which, honestly, is probably better

— tejo is not the best teacher. though yes, he's experienced and fluent with his native language, he's more meant for teaching how to shoot a gun or the different types of explosives. still, he's relaxed, and doesn't get upset or impatient if you get some things wrong or don't quite understand what he's saying

— a lot of his "teaching" is actually just face-to-face conversation. teaches you specific terms, yes, but a lot of it is just late-night or lazy conversations in spanish

— the more fluent you become the less likely he is to go out of his way to teach you specific terms. really just encourages you to use context clues to figure out terms you don't know

— the upside, he realizes, to you knowing his native language, is that you can speak to one another in common areas without fear of being eavesdropped (unless, of course, a spanish speaker is around)

— doesn't care how fast or how long it takes you to learn his language, just happy you decided to try in the first place. is there with you every step of the way

chamber

— vincent is not a man who shies away from speaking his native language

— he uses a lot of french, including french-specific sayings and phrases. also includes things like phrases from french poetry, art, and other culturally significant factors

— if anyone (aside from you) decides to push hard enough it is possible to make him angry-rant entirely in french. it is both hilarious and horrifying

— that being said, loves to speak french with you. especially if you get him going on a topic he loves, specifically the arts or his gunmaking

— though he will eagerly translate any french into english, you can tell that sometimes he’s a bit frustrated, specifically when there are phrases that can’t directly translate into english and he struggles to explain

— so after a few-too-many conversations like that, you choose to start learning his language to ease his worries

— the only agent who knew any sort of french (who wasn’t a new learner, sorry phoenix) had been subjected to dozens of new recruit exercises and onboarding briefings, so learning from a colleague was out of the question

— thus you led with your phone. though it wasn’t exactly the best, it was easy to hide it from your boyfriend. you wanted to see the way his face lit up when you revealed the surprise, and getting other people involved would risk that

— …but, due to the fact that your boyfriend loved spending time with you, even if you weren’t doing something together, it meant playing no-peeksies with your phone

— the first few weeks start out okay, with you only needing to be sketchy around your phone a few times. you feel a bit bad every time vincent gives you a questioning look, but then remember what its for

— he catches on to the sketchiness pretty quickly. and, chamber being chamber, starts to worry pretty quickly

— it doesn’t take long for him to not-so-subtly blurt out a “are you okay, mon amour?” after he sees you being secretive with your phone

— you tell him you’re okay, but he doesn’t buy it. he starts asking question after question, each one in concern over your well-being. a small part of you worried he’d immediately jump to infidelity, but in fact he was worried something had happened to you and you were hiding it from him

— after convincing him you were okay (which takes a bit), you tell him what you were doing. it makes him pause in appreciative silence before he lights up

— he’s asking you questions—how much do you know? do you know how to do this? do that? how about this?

— when he settles, he’s telling you about how silly it was for you to use an app, when he’s right there! he appreciates the effort for a surprise, but he would rather spend time with you teaching you his language than be surprised by it

— besides, to him, language is a lot more than just words and phrases

— vincent is a great teacher. not just because he’s patient and passionate about the french language but because he knows the intricacies of his native language and how to teach them to a non-speaker

— uses teaching you as a way to unwind from gunmaking and missions. you question him, wondering if it must be a chore after a long day, but nothing is a chore when it comes to you

— at some point, takes you on vacation to paris. yes, it is a vacation-vacation, but uses it as an opportunity to test and expand your skills. seeing paintings and poetry entwined with the language, speaking with locals

— if a native parisian gets snippy with you over your french, he’s immediately on them and jumping to your defense

— overjoyed you want to learn his language. means he can ramble for as long as he wants without needing to interrupt his train of thought to translate something for you

fade

— hazal is not someone who regularly uses turkish when speaking with her colleagues

— when out on the field, efficiency and split-second decisions are key, meaning she has to speak a language everyone is capable of understanding

— she’ll use it when muttering to herself, be it about a kill she’s scored or thinking out loud by herself

— around base, sure, she’ll use it as well, but again its not often

— the only time you get to hear her relax and truly speak her native language is when you guys are alone together. sometimes she uses it so casually she almost forgets that you’re not a native speaker

— though she doesn’t mind translating, sometimes its a little bit awkward, especially when she says a sentence and you don’t respond because you’re not sure how to

— its a lot worse when she’s half asleep after a long night and a long day of work, brain hard-wired to speak in turkish

— so, one day, you decide to start trying to learn her language, to alleviate a little bit of that exhaustion

— seeing as how nobody on base spoke her native language (aside from herself, obviously), your only option was to use an online tool to teach you the language

— it wasn’t that hard to keep it a surprise, as fade was a busy woman who also had a horrible sleep schedule. so while she was on missions or dead to the world by your side in bed you were on your phone, learning her language to the best of your ability

— she only finds out because of her learned ability to read your expressed emotions

— it probably occurs when she’s half-asleep once more, muttering things in turkish while being too tired to translate

— when she mutters a phrase you recognize, she’ll immediately lift her head upon noticing the way confusion is replaced with knowing. then, seeing you try to hide your knowing look, she’s interested in digging further

— you’re sheepish as you try to explain it away, but inevitably you’re forced to give in and explain to her what you were doing

— she’s noticeably happy (at least, as much as she can be when this exhausted), expressing her mirth with your efforts

— offers to teach you, inferring that authentic conversation must be better than trying to replicate it through a screen. she’s a little awkward at first, not knowing where to start or how to go about teaching her language, but once she’s settled it goes smoothly

— though still keep the app handy, for the weeks where she’s crushed by exhaustion and unable to teach

— supplements her midnight forcing-herself-to-stay-awake with teaching you turkish, if you so desire to stay up that late. though you know she should be sleeping, anything is better than her suffering with nightmares

— conversation is her main tool, and uses it to pick out words or phrases you don’t understand. when she sees you being confused, she’ll teach you what it means

— is very happy that her half-asleep turkish mumblings can now be understood and replied to, and its even better if you choose to reply back in turkish to go easy on her brain

— would also use it in some situations on the field, like if you’re playing together or stuck in a 2vx situation. since she’s focused on what’s going on in front of her the turkish is easier to speak, and since you can understand it she’s going to use it

chamber

— this silly man misses you the minute you walk out the door.

— you spend a lot of time with him, whether or not he is busy with side projects so your presence has become a normal occurrence to him.

— he gets all pouty when he realizes you aren't there.

— most likely to beg brimstone to put him on the mission with you, and will 100% make charts and graphs of why his presence will boost your performance.

— but alas, he was stuck at base while you were out on your mission.

— he will worry about you every minute you are gone, and demands that he gets to be able to video chat with you at least once a week.

— the whole protocol is slightly concerned for him while you are gone, because he acts like an emo teen the whole time.

— the only reason the other agents will know that you'll be returning shortly is because he suddenly acts like a ray of sunshine the week you're scheduled to return.

— "dude, whats got you in such a good mood?" (neon)

— "well, if ton amour was returning after so much time apart, you'd be ecstatic too!" (what a drama queen)

— if you suddenly go radio silent out of nowhere and/or miss your scheduled date of arrival, he's instantly in panic mode and ready to go to your rescue (brim has to hold him back. literally.)

— when you return, he's literally glowing, huge smile on his face as he holds his arms out for a hug.

— "mon ange! how i have missed you so!"

— makes sure that sage will be free to check you for any injuries and make sure you are patched up by only the best!

— will pamper you to the fullest extent. your favorite pajamas are fresh out of the dryer, fresh new sheets and blankets on the bed, your favorite bath salts and other toiletries are restocked, and he even has your favorite meal ready for you to eat.

— vince's just happy that his love is okay and back at base with him. expect him to be clingy for like a month afterwards.

breach

— erik is the least worried on the list.

— its not that he doesn't care, quite the opposite, but the fact that he trusts you and your abilities.

— doesn't mean he won't miss you while you're gone, though.

— he'll help you train for a few days beforehand, ensuring that you'll be all prepped and ready for your mission. he will also make sure that your bags are packed and you have everything you need.

— he did ask brimstone to put him on the mission with you, but he completely understands when he gets turned down (he is hella bummed though.)

— trusts your prowess and your instincts, so if you feel good about the mission he will feel good about the mission!

— the other agents don't really notice a damper in breach's mood, noticing that he just goes about his day in a normal fashion. those who look closer, however, will notice the slight changes to his routine.

— like when he has nightly drink with brimstone and some of the others, he'll turn to say something funny to you but get disappointed when you aren't there. or when he's less quiet during gym hours, when he's normally cheering you on or cracking some corny jokes.

— he will video chat with you whenever you can, but he doesn't find it as authentic as face to face conversation.

— when he gets news about an eta of your return, he's extremely excited. so excited, in fact, that he accidentally concussed brimstone at the briefing table. brim was not pleased about it.

— when you return, his impulses work against him, and he ends up crushing you in a hug, and almost makes you asphyxiate in a searing kiss.

— "glad you're okay, babe! you better have kicked their asses!"

— he'll get skye to check you over, checking that there aren't any life threatening injuries and that overall, you're okay.

— if you feel up to it, he'll celebrate a successful mission with a couple of beers, finally being able to look to his side and see you there. he'll tell you about all the weird ass things that happened throughout the time you were gone.

— he does want stories about your mission. mostly the ones where you kicked ass and were the amazing partner that he loves. expect him to yell "hell yeah, babe!" when you tell him a particularly good story.

— he becomes more affectionate at night. when the two of you are settled down, the only light in the room coming from the moon and stars outside. he'll confess to you just how much he missed you, and how much he loves you.

— this man is just very in love with you.

cypher

— not pleased™ when he heard that you were going on a long mission, let alone by yourself.

— he tried to convince brimstone to call it off, and when that didn't work he tried convincing brimstone to allow him on the mission. both of his requests got denied, and he wasn't about to just blackmail his boss.

— poor amir...

— you tried to reassure him that you'd be fine, but he was having none of it.

— he ends up finding absolutely everything about your mission, regardless of his clearance level. where it is, what it is, how you'll get there, how long you will be, what its for, the entire works.

— and if there are cameras at your intended place of breach, he's going to get front row seats to make sure you're okay.

— he is a worry wart.

— manages to become even more of a recluse when you are gone. between fixing up his trips, checking his cameras, and checking up on you, he rarely ever leaves his bedroom at all.

— sage and/or omen end up being the ones to bring him food and drink so that amir doesn't end up dying before you come back. (omen later tells you the number of times that amir was found asleep at his desk. it was 24.)

— he expects everything to be on schedule, given that he knows everything about your mission, so when you are late to anything or go radio silent the alarm bells instantly start ringing.

— he won't come out to the landing pad to greet you, but instead he'll wait for you inside his room. he doesn't want to risk being teased by the younger agents for being so 'vulnerable.'

— besides, he's sure that you'd be way more happier to be greeted by him without his mask on.

— similar to chamber, he'll brew you some of his (expensive) tea, turn off his monitors, make sure your favorite pajamas are ready, and maybe even make you something to eat.

— "my rose! i am so glad you are alright."

— he's happy to see you when you return to the shared dorm but is even happier to see that you got away with minimal injuries.

— offers to run a bath for you, even joining you with your consent. he'll baby you, washing your hair and body and not letting you do a thing.

— when you two settle down for the night, limbs entangled under blankets, entranced with each other, he'll bring his hand up to your face and ghost his knuckles over your cheekbone, smiling as you lean into his touch.

— "i am glad you came out okay, my dear."

tejo

tejo was aware that you’d been busy. he saw it before he heard it—no more late nights spent snuggled in bed, waking up to a fresh brew of coffee, and early morning gym sessions. he found himself alone during the last week, which was colder than the difficult morning air.

your work with viper was nothing to scoff at. though he wasn’t familiar with the type of work you two did, long hours and restless behavior told him everything he needed to know. his rocky relationship with brimstone, and therefore viper, prevented him from just barging into the lab and requesting (demanding) you take a break. so he’d have to wait, in bed, cold and alone, until either you came back or the sun rose once more.

he was not built for this.

from what the initiator had garnered, there was some sort of freak accident in the lab. not enough to fatally injure anybody, but viper had been sent to see sage for at least a few hours. and judging by the fact that he hadn’t seen you in a week, the woman was not happy.

he was no stranger to overworking himself to make up for mistakes. mistakes in the field meant working overtime to fix them, using effort as forgiveness. but at the end of the day he’d always sleep, eat, take care of himself. whatever you were doing to yourself was not this, and he was starting to grow restless with worry.

sighing as he sat up in bed, he ran his hands over his face. a chill ran over his still-warmed body, a reminder that he was alone in bed. it was late and hq was quiet, the only sound the hum of the heater as it worked. the eighth night he was by himself, another night you were up in the lab working to fix your mistakes.

swinging the blankets off of him he stood out of bed. after his usual stretch-and-groan he put on his glasses (and a shirt), leaving his bedroom with the intent of coming back with you in his arms.

hq was quiet as he walked through it, agents either asleep or hiding out in their rooms. the floor was cold against his bare feet, goosebumps rising on his arms. but he walked with a certain determination, and once he was set on something he would not stop until he had it.

lucky for him, another assistant had just been leaving when he reached the door to viper’s lab, the colombian able to sneak in. it was even colder inside, he thought, the sterile air and humming machinery somewhat suffocating to the untrained senses. he found you almost immediately, hunched over and asleep at your desk.

you were the only one left.

heart clenching, tejo made his way over to you. your hair was mussed and your face was pressed into the crook of your elbow, papers and other work scattered across the table. when he placed his hand on your shoulder you jumped, whipping your head around.

“easy, cariño,” he murmured, watching you slowly realize and sigh deeply. as you pushed your face against his stomach he cradled your head, smoothing out any knots in your hair.

“how did you get in here?” you asked, looking up at him. he just shook his head, not offering a real answer.

“that’s the last thing you should be worried about, hmm?” he replied, brushing loose hair out of your face, “you look exhausted.”

the words made you frown, you knew it was true. bloodshot eyes, dark circles underneath. each step you took around the lab felt like you were being dragged down to just lay on the floor. but the work did not stop, fixing your mistakes and pleasing your boss came first.

“i know, it just… there’s so much work to do, on top of everything else…” you started just to stop. you knew you were floundering, tejo knew it too. his hands found your cheeks, making you stop your nervous shifting to look at him.

“i haven’t seen you in a week, [name],” he responded. despite the playful nature of his tone you could hear the hurt behind it, “when’s the last time you had a meal?”

the fact that you had to stop and think about it told him everything he needed to know. with a small huff he nudged you to your feet, hands on your sides as you stand together. he’s silent, and you know behind those aviators he’s taking in your disheveled state. you frown, feeling guilty, but that tiny part of you refused to stop and consider everything else outside the four walls. after a moment of silence he offered a hum.

“lets go get you something to eat,” he took you by the hand, leading you away from your work and towards the lab door.

“but, what about the—?”

“your work can wait,” he responded, continuing to lead you away without a bat of an eye, “come on, i’ll make your favorite. then we’ll get some much needed sleep.”

fighting was futile as the lab door hissed shut behind the two of you. your boyfriend was always a man who was determined, and he was now determined to take care of you and nurture you back to health. all you really could do, you realized, was let him guide you through the halls and into the kitchen. hq was dead silent as he flicks on the light, guiding you to sit at the island.

you weren’t sure what to say as he started to work at the kitchen counter, putting together the ingredients for your favorite meal. honestly, you weren’t sure if you even could say anything, sleep already starting to take over now that you weren’t hunched over lab reports. by the time tejo had finished cooking and placed the plate in front of you, you’d already drifted off. a warm hand on your shoulder wakes you up.

“cariño?” he called, your eyes blinking open. once you noticed the meal you gave him a sheepish smile, picking up the utensil and starting to eat.

he sat next to you the whole time, hand caressing your scalp as he watches you eat. and once you finish he puts the plate away without a single word, coming back to your side. as you lean against him he cradles your head, gazing at you even through his aviators.

“lets go get some rest, okay? we can sleep all day tomorrow,” the colombian starts, sure of himself, “then after that, we can finish up your work.”

“we? tejo, you—“

“i’m sure filling out pieces of paper in the way you tell me to cannot be that difficult, amor,” he cuts off. though there’s humor in his tone you know he’s being serious, dead set on helping you. there wasn’t much to protest, you thought.

“alright…” with a pause to sigh, you smiled, “thank you.”

“any time. …te amo.” a kiss.

“i love you too.”

chamber

vincent was used to getting everything he wanted. he had the money, the genius, the charm. he had you, after all. if there was one thing he would never rid of it would be you, his light after a long day of tinkering and shooting at people.

…so suffice to say he was pretty grumpy.

the last time he spoke to you was the day the accident happened, when a worried jett had come to him telling him about something happening to you in the lab. when he was checking up on you (panicking) he heard the full story—something about a freak accident and how viper had it worse than you did. that was the last time he heard from you, which drove him mad the more time that passed. especially knowing you were injured to some extent.

what didn’t help, either, was his relationship with your boss, viper. every time he thinks back to the time he endlessly flirted with her, especially being in a relationship with you now, fills him with embarrassment. it was the only time his charm fell flat, and now he was paying the price.

endlessly pacing like a caged animal in front of the entrance to the lab was not an option, so he opted instead to go out of his way to pass by the door every time he left his room for something. at some point it was dizzying, and he found himself leaving just for a glass of water, only to come back out a few minutes later in search for another.

calling you was not an option. actually, your phone still sat on vincent’s nightstand. notifications piling up from friends, colleagues, other apps you owned and used. it frustrated him to no end, each unchecked buzz a reminder that you were locked away to the one place on base he could not talk or pay his way into.

unless…?

the endless humming of machinery and the sterile smells of the lab was the only thing keeping you alive and running at this point. despite your body begging for a real rest on a comfortable surface, your work to repair your mistakes was far from over.

nose-deep in a lab report, you didn’t register a tapping noise until about the fifth time it sounded. looking up, at the window directly facing your desk, you saw a sight you never expected to see before during your time here. there was jett, hovering outside your window, tapping the glass with a handful of pebbles. every time she floated underneath the pane’s view she would updraft again, cheeky grin on her face. furrow in your brow you got up, moving to open the window to speak to the young korean.

“jett? what are you doing?” you asked her, watching her updraft for the nth time to remain at the same height as you.

“hey, [name]! your crazy rich boyfriend paid me to come tell you that he wanted to see you,” the woman replied, acting as if this was just a regular day at valorant. ah yes, vincent. in spite of forgetting to sleep and eat properly the frenchman was always on the back of your mind, guilt gnawing at you for not checking with him. each time you promised yourself you would, work pulled you in again.

“i understand, jett, but i really can’t just leave…” you started to reply before she cleared her throat loudly and dramatically.

“i was told to, and i quote…” she pulled out a piece of paper from her back pocket, unfolding it and reading it, “‘use force if she does not comply.’”

a sigh was your only reply. of course he thought of that, the idea that you would be reluctant to leave your work alone. and it was a lucky guess, too, as you were far too tired to try and evade the wind assassin’s sharp kunai. let alone energized enough to actually be able to.

“alright, alright, i’ll go,” you relented, much to jett’s chagrin, “just, go stand on solid ground, would you?”

with one last updraft and a cheeky laugh the woman hovered off, likely to go joke with her friends about the unlikely situation. running your hands over your face you knew it was time to face the outside world. taking a moment to tidy up your space and put away any dangerous materials, you slipped out of the lab without much fuss.

hq was relatively alive, agents mostly relaxing between training sessions and debriefs. you paid no mind to anybody, already imagining yourself asleep in the bed you shared with vincent. you could practically see his face—the worry in his eyes, the itch in his brow. that guilty feeling was in your chest again.

when the door hissed open with your arrival, vincent was already on his feet, at the door in a few long strides. expression just how you imagined it his hands found your cheeks, holding you like porcelain. he was speaking before the door had a chance to close behind you.

“mon amour, are you okay? i have not seen you in a week, i was very worried about you,” he started, voice thick with concern.

“vincent, i’m okay—“

“are you sure? you do not look well, and your injury—!”

“sage took care of it,” you replied, which made his jaw snap shut. it was enough to soothe his nerves, the worry melting into the back parts of his mind. it was silent for a long stretch as he collected his thoughts, speaking again with a much softer tone.

“you worried me quite a bit, [name],” he confessed, hands moving down to squeeze your shoulders.

“i know, its just… so much had happened, and everything piled on at once, and…” as you struggled to find the words, vincent did not try and rush them. in fact, he needed no explanation. he knew the feeling, knew the hole one could dig themselves in with work.

“i understand. but it is important to me that you know you can lean on me for support, no? i may not be knowledgeable of what you do, but you must take care of yourself, too,” he replied, which made the guilt sink in your chest more. he knew, he saw that distinct look on your face, and he knew what you were thinking.

“come, i drew you a bath. let me take care of you,” he continued, starting to lead you to the connected bathroom.

“but—“

“no buts.” sigh.

…

“i cannot believe you paid jett to come get me.”

“desperate times call for desperate measures, chèrie.”

cypher

amir had no idea what to do with himself.

he was supposed to be the one like this. cooped up in his workshop, not sleeping for days on end as he combs through files and information in order to please his boss. he was supposed to be the one working himself to the bone, crashing once you finally interfered to drag him by the collar of his jacket to get some real sleep. now? he was stumped.

he wasn’t the one being like this. in fact, he had nothing to do. which, in his mind, was even worse, as he had more time to worry over you. though he wasn’t technically privy to the information, enough snooping had told him everything he needed to know regarding the accident involving you and your boss. you weren’t injured, but viper had been, and no doubt you were working around the clock to fix what had gone wrong.

he didn’t know what to make of it. it was the first time the moroccan had been stumped. he would try what you normally do, drag you to bed by the collar of your shirt then make you a meal once you woke up, but it wasn’t like him. to everyone else, at least. even just leaving his room with an ounce of a worried aura around him would have the younger agents tearing him apart.

even then, it wasn’t like he was best friends with sabine callas, and waltzing directly into her lab was not an option. but you’d been locked away in there, for almost a week, and it wasn’t something he could just sit by and let happen any longer.

it was time for him to get creative.

the lab was sterile and cold, just like it always was. hums of machinery, clacking of metal flooring as your coworkers walked around. everyone had been on edge since the incident, you included. it was best to keep your head down, work on your reports as quickly as possible in order to get out of there. despite exhaustion pulling at you, you trekked on, knowing what could happen if you stopped to breathe.

the first thing amiss that you did not notice was the light of a security camera blinking on. it was just subtle enough to not catch your eye. what caught your ear, though, was the sound of the camera turning to the left. as you lifted your head it stilled, making you wonder if your mind was playing tricks on you. back to work.

unbeknownst to you, another light blinked on. then another, and another, and another. then another camera moved, and another, until they were all turned on and looking at you. that was what got you to stop, the array of security cameras all staring you directly down.

was something broken? code malfunction? or were you being hacked, someone in your system? you should tel am—

wait a minute.

“cypher?” the camera in front of you nodded enthusiastically, confirming your suspicions. all you could manage was an irritated sigh, staring at the camera as the light blinked in a steady fashion.

“cypher, i don’t have time for this. i have a lot of work i have to—“ what made your jaw snap shut was the way the camera looked from side to side in slow motion, signaling the man was not listening to what you were saying. a heavy sigh was heaved, and you chose to ignore it for the time being, returning to what you were doing before.

you thought that was it, but it was quite the opposite. the sentinel refused to leave the system, using his prowess to keep the cameras trained on you, lights blinking. you knew the man had a penchant for watching, but this was ridiculous. the ever blinking light, which you were acutely aware of, was driving you insane as you tried to work. at some point you had enough, abruptly standing up to glare at the camera. after another moment you stormed off, intent on giving the man a piece of your (sleep deprived) mind.

moving down the halls, not caring for the way your colleagues stared at you weirdly, you reached your shared bedroom with relative ease. you stepped inside and quickly the door hissed shut, in which you turned to face the man inside.

“amir, do you have any idea how irritating that is when i… have work to do…” your anger soon soothed as you saw the state of the room. every last one of cypher’s monitors were off, the led lights dimmed to almost nothing. he sat in his chair facing the door, fiddling with one of his trapwires. his mask was off.

“my rose, do you have any idea how much you worry me when you lock yourself in the lab like this?” he replied, similar to how you stormed through the door, “i’m supposed to be the one overworking themselves.”

he ended his sentence with a dry, wry laugh. without his mask you could see the genuine worry on his face, hidden beneath a teasing tone. it made guilt settle in your chest, finally understanding that his camera gesture wasn’t just meant to piss you off. he stood up, walking over to you just to pull you into a hug you immediately reciprocated.

“i…” you started, but had no excuse for your overworking behavior, “…i’m sorry for yelling at you.”

he squeezed you tighter in return.

“it’s okay, habibti. you are tired,” he mumbled into your shoulder, voice muffled by your clothes. he pulled back after a few long minutes, hands on your shoulders as he gazed at you. he took in the dark circles under your eyes, the way you could barely keep them open. or yourself upright.

“lets rest, hmm? i even turned off the monitors just for you,” amir said, gesturing to the powered-off screens behind him. he was a man who loved to stay on top of things, which meant they were always on, always observing. the fact that they weren’t, meant he was serious about this. you sighed deeply, not even in the mood to come up with a snarky remark or an amused laugh. you just leaned into him, grateful for his keen eye.

“thank you, amir,” you mumbled gratefully. fighting sleep was difficult, and he knew it. he guided you into the shared bed, tucking himself in behind you.

tejo

— i honestly think he’d be the type of person to only remember big game franchises when the first installation came out

— he’ll see you playing something and tell you about how he “remembers this game”

— like tejo, sweetheart, what you remember came out thirty years ago and had a resolution of 160 x 160 pixels.

— can’t imagine he would have kept up with the newest games and systems during his time in the military and the ragged ravens, so everything being in 3d and with voice acting comes as a surprise to him

— him showing his age aside, his favorite past time is to watch you play

— doesn’t matter what it is, you two are cuddled on the couch, someone’s curled up on the other’s chest, and he’s watching you play

— he finds the concentration on your face, the quiet clicking of the controller, and the gameplay loop all therapeutic, especially after a long day at work

— soon expect a fast asleep colombian weight on your chest

— very enthusiastic about learning how to play the games you enjoy. doesn’t care if its a simple point-and-click or if its more complex with type charts and hidden progressions

— your interests are his interests, after all

— the controls come easy to him, he’s familiar with technology. everything about the game, however, does not come as quick as the controls

— not to say he doesn’t use his intuition. he’s a smart man, and can tell when the game is telling him to do something (subtly or not). yes, does explore every single part of the map, including the obligatory twenty minute “is this jump possible” only for it to be not

— is not afraid to ask you for help when he’s been stuck on a puzzle for a while, or can’t defeat a boss and is sick of trying

— don’t expect to get anything done sitting next to him the first time he plays something, because he’s going “cariño, look,” every five seconds when he sees something interesting

— “you-play-he-watches” cuddle time soon turns into either one of you playing while the other watches. its very relaxing

— also foots the bill for any games purchased. not just the ones he buys for himself but also the ones you want. no don’t worry about it, he’ll play them eventually as well

— same goes for if you need console repairs or new parts, or a dlc came out and you want to try it out

— if you ever fall asleep while playing, tejo does his due diligence and saves and shuts down your console, bringing you to bed and tucking you in

— he’d enjoy mostly adventure, open-world games. likes the progression, in both the story and ability, while also being allowed to do his own thing. bonus points if there’s character customization and he can try and recreate himself

— you have numerous photos of him next to his poorly-created doppelgängers (tejolings rise)

— refuses to play any shooter games. tejo is a man that separates his work and his leisure, and playing anything where he shoots at people 99.9% of the time is meshing work and leisure. besides, he can see it when he’s at work, why would he bring it into the comfort of his home?

omen

— omen is no stranger to playing video games. we see him playing the k.nock o.ut!! in the v25 trailer, which we can assume is something he plays often

— as such, he’s pretty familiar with the consoles you have, especially if they’re of a newer model or run a game that he enjoys playing. also pretty familiar with most popular games

— does what he does best upon learning you play video games—observes

— more often than not the two of you are in bed, you playing whatever you fancy at the moment and he’s next to you. his full attention is on the screen but miraculously he’s knitting perfectly

— he’s relatively silent, the occasional hum or nod when you point out something, but you know he’s focused

— he’ll occasionally offer advice when you seem to be stuck, and he’s picked up the solution a while ago. isn’t overbearing about it, however, stays silent to let you experience it naturally

— also equally as invested in the story as you are, i can imagine he’s probably into the lore aspects

— learns to play the games you play as well. will do it quite subtly at first but once you find out about it he’s more inclined to play them when you are around

— invite him to play something with you and he is over the moon. lets you shift into whatever role you usually take while he will take over the rest

— won’t particularly encourage you two playing a competitive game together, because he can get tilted, but if you beg hard enough he will relent. tries to keep himself collected but if you win a few too many times in a few too many stupid ways, his frustration starts to show

— won’t go as far as throwing things but you can tell he’s less than happy. offer to play something else please

— knits you cute stuff in relation to the games you play. a cute bag to carry your console around in (if applicable), or a plushie of your favorite character

— likes to gift you games as well, even if its something he’s not very into but knows you enjoy. the smile on your face makes it well worth the price

— if you ever fall asleep with your game still on, he takes great care in saving and shutting down the console and tucking you in. will even leave you a message to find later if the style of game allows for it

— on a similar note, also gently reminds you when its time to go to bed if you get lost in the game. is a midnight lurker but won’t play when you’re asleep, especially if he knows the bright screens will wake you up

— omen enjoys playing slow-paced, “cozy” games. mostly for the same reason as to why he knits, helps him focus, but i can imagine a slower game helps calm his racing mind most days

— also brings him joy when he knows he’s created something from the foundation up, himself

— on a different (but similar) note, he would also enjoy visual novel/story-centric games. he’s curious about mortality and life, as well as human morality. as such he’d enjoy games that delve into those topics in depth

— would also like piecing together the story and lore of any game that he plays. even if it may be deemed as “silly,” he’s the type to pick up on the smallest of things and piece it all together

fade

— its not canon, but hazal strikes as someone who at least knows about the gaming world

— knows her way around technology and information, so she is aware of what the types of consoles are, different games, et cetera. has likely also participated in game nights at valorant

— as such, she is not an avid gamer but still knowledgeable

— the first time she sees you playing its late, nightmares keeping her up, and the one thing that helps calm her racing mind just so happens to be awake

— she’s very curious about what you’re playing, as its nothing like she’s seen the others play. after you comfort her initially she’ll stay quiet, holding you close and watching the screen as you play

— she’ll gently probe about what you’re playing, transfixed between the monitor and you. she'll listen to you explain every little thing, noting the way your eyes light up or the typical little mannerisms you do when you speak

— timidly, still shaken from the things she's seen in her dreams, she'll ask you if she could try her hand at playing it. expects the worst, but when you save what you're doing and backing out to make a new save file just for her, she's quite happy

— hazal’s a little unsure as you hand her the controller, but with a little bit of reassurance and guidance she’s off to the races

— a lot of nights are like this, her coming to you for comfort and just ending up playing video games while in your bed. then at some point it becomes her coming over at any hour of the day, just to spend time with you and play

— some nights, though, she’s absolutely exhausted from her visions and dreams, content with just watching you play until she falls asleep

— learns to play the games you like, even if its not up her alley. tries to keep it a secret at first, to surprise you, but just can’t help herself when she finds herself immersed and wants to play it all of the time

— uses her newfound skills in gaming to kick butt at hq-thrown parties. she’ll need a little push to actually join, but once she does she cannot be stopped

— once she has her own profile on your (now shared) console, she sets the two of your profile pictures to match. brings her joy when she sits in the main menu and sees the two icons next to one another

— also gets you merchandise from the games you enjoy playing. a shirt, a plushie, maybe even a mug so you two can enjoy coffee together. she’s no stranger to what you enjoy. if you ever return the favor, getting her stuff from her favorite games, she’ll be happy

— gets the two of you matching mugs from your favorite game

— she would enjoy mostly platformer games. ones where the concept is pretty simple, and she can relax and have fun. does not mean she does not enjoy a little bit of a challenge, as she would like to test her own skills now and again

— also plays slower paced games as well, whether its simulators or open world games. not only does she find it calming, as she can move at her own pace and progression, but also because she likes piecing together the story

— on a similar note she’d also enjoy storytelling games like omen does

— wouldn’t really play horror games. you can put her in front of one, but don’t expect anything spectacular. she’d probably find more interest in a cat-themed character than any sort of horror element

cypher

— amir is no stranger to video games. does he play them? no. would he be strangely good at them, no matter the style or console? yes, but that just comes with years of tinkering with technology and building your own gear

— though he does prefer his games to be physical, like chess, like the strange and enigmatic man that he is

— if you tell him you like to play video games he’s asking a lot of questions. what kind of console do you have? what do you like to play? which version of it? how often do you play?

— its a lot

— only stops asking once he actually sees you playing your favorites. it starts off with you two sharing a space while he works and ends with him half-lying on top of you and watching you play

— genuinely cannot be in the same room as you when you play and he has to work because he gets so distracted by both the game and your presence

— similar to omen in the sense that he can figure out puzzles pretty quickly, but he will immediately blurt out the answer as his mouth works faster than his mind. it gets pretty unbearable after a while

— though if you tell him to stop he will

— will learn games you favor playing, or ones he knows you like that you two can play together. you guys don’t play often but he will indulge you if you ask enough

— offers to mod your console at least a half-dozen times. just buy him one to tinker with please for the love of everything good

— on a related note, if your console is broken just bring it to him and he will fix it with no further charge or question. will build parts himself and dismantle the entire thing to fix, and the same goes for any controllers

— will share some of his monitor space with you, which many do not believe when you tell them

— amir also gifts you games, although his cheeky grin and the less-than-official look of it tells you he’s back-doored and pirated it just for you

— how sweet

— offhanded but has probably gotten ip banned from multiple games numerous times for coding his own hacks and using them. its a favorite thing of his when he’s down on busywork

— if you ever fall asleep while playing he’ll tuck you in, not without being a bit mischievous first. he’ll mess with what you were doing (although not significantly), moving your last position or putting you in odd spots. then he’ll save the game and turn off the console

— amir likes puzzle games. he’s a chess addict, no doubt about that, so he’d indulge in games that can challenge his ever thinking mind. loses hours of his time just trying to figure out a single puzzle

— also a platformer enjoyer. mostly because he has to use his brain to figure out puzzles and how to use the skills he’s gained together to get past levels, but also because its pretty fast paced and keeps him on his toes at all times