The Protocol Unmasked (Valorant X Male Reader)

Chapter 13: Moments to Cherish

As the flashback dissipated into the recesses of her memory, Jett found herself confronted by the bewildered expression etched upon Killjoy's features. The confusion that permeated the air left Jett struggling to articulate the intricate nuances that underscored the connection between the enigmatic man and her cherished comrade, (Y/n).

Jett shifted her gaze to Killjoy, her mind still reverberating with the echoes of the past encounter. "You know, the man I met back then," she began, her voice laced with a tinge of reminiscence, "he reminded me of (Y/n)."

Killjoy's brow furrowed in confusion, her expression a portrait of puzzlement as she grappled with the notion of any resemblance between the enigmatic man and their fallen comrade. "(Y/n)?" she echoed, her voice tinged with a note of uncertainty. "How so? I don't see much similarity."

Jett couldn't help but chuckle at Killjoy's bemusement, the mirth in her voice suffused with a sense of nostalgic affection. "It's true," she acknowledged, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Killjoy's curiosity piqued, her features betraying a palpable eagerness as she awaited Jett's elucidation. "What do you mean?" she inquired, her voice tinged with a palpable note of anticipation.

Jett's gaze took on a distant quality, her mind delving into the depths of her memories as she retraced the contours of the similarities that had etched themselves upon her consciousness. "The reason why he reminds me of him is because they have the same face, the same voice," she explained, a nostalgic undertone lacing her words with a sense of poignant reflection. "It's almost as if they're two sides of the same coin."

Killjoy's eyes widened in astonishment, the realization of Jett's words washing over her with a wave of profound understanding. "So, they look alike?" she mused, her voice infused with an air of wonder.

Jett nodded, her expression wistful yet imbued with a sense of warmth that bespoke the deep bond she shared with both individuals. "Yes, they do," she affirmed, a note of fondness threading through her words. "But despite their resemblance, their personalities couldn't be more different. It's like they share a physical form, but their spirits are worlds apart."

Killjoy's curiosity still lingered, evident in the lingering flicker of inquisitiveness that danced in her eyes. "There must be more to this story, isn't there?" she ventured, her voice laced with a palpable note of anticipation.

Jett offered a small nod in response to Killjoy's query, her gaze momentarily flickering with a blend of lingering nostalgia and a resolute sense of determination. "There is more," she acknowledged, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken memories that lingered just beyond the periphery of her consciousness. "But perhaps one day, when the time is right, I'll share the rest with you."

Killjoy regarded Jett with an understanding nod, her expression reflecting an empathetic acknowledgment of the complexities that dwelled within the confines of Jett's past. "I look forward to hearing it," she admitted, her voice infused with a note of genuine warmth. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be here to listen."

With a grateful smile, Jett inclined her head in appreciation, the unspoken gratitude in her gaze underscoring the depth of the camaraderie that had come to define their shared journey. "Thank you," she murmured softly, her voice a testament to the bond that tethered them together amidst the trials and tribulations of their shared existence.

With a shared nod of mutual understanding, Jett and Killjoy turned their attention back to the task at hand, their steps guided by a sense of purpose that transcended the confines of their individual narratives. Their journey was far from over, and as they ventured forth into the unknown, they carried with them the indomitable spirit of camaraderie that bound them together as guardians of a world besieged by chaos and uncertainty.