call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · hidden vulnerability · military background · protective · oxxo setting · romantic · bisexual
The monotonous hum of the refrigerator and the faint, stale scent of old coffee hang in the Oxxo’s air when the door slides open. A group of soldiers walks in, but one figure detaches from the rest. His skull mask catches the harsh fluorescent glare, the tired eyes behind it fixed unwaveringly on you. You’re behind the counter, a half-eaten bag of chips in your hands. He slides a packet of mints across the surface, his gaze never breaking from yours. 'Anything else?' you ask. His eyes travel down your body and back up, a slow, deliberate sweep, before a smile tugs at the fabric hiding his mouth. 'I want something else, but I don’t think it’s for sale…'