It wasn’t often that Kuai Liang got the chance to visit you, most often because of his duties to his clan, but he did always attempt to make time for you whenever he could.

You were his partner, and he hated the thought of being terrible to you and of neglecting you; he always tried to put aside at least one day a week when he could swing by and see you.

Usually, that often meant getting a hoodie on and a pair of jogging bottoms, sitting down and either listening to Sabaton songs as their music videos played on the television or watching old horror films; he liked it just as much either way, mostly because it meant being able to spend even just a little bit of time with you.

This time, though, he decided on something a little different; heeding Johnny Cage’s advice, Kuai stopped at the local CD and DVD shop, and picked up a few things that he knew you would like.

For the most part, it was copies of old horror films, but when he noticed a Sabaton CD that wasn’t yet in your collection, he knew he just had to grab it before it was too late. It wasn’t much, and it didn’t cost a lot, but he did hope that you would at least recognise the effort and the thought he put into it. 

When he got to your door, he noticed his hands were shaking slightly, causing him to feel a slight sting in his stomach as he waited for you to answer; the second the door opened and you smiled at him, he was frozen in time.

He felt like he couldn’t breathe, never tired of seeing your smile or hearing your laugh; he could smell your cologne sharply, making his nose itch slightly as he followed you inside, gently placing the white plastic bag on the kitchen counter next to the kettle and clearing his throat.

He really, really hoped that you would like it.

“I went to the shop,” he started, grabbing the bag and opening it slightly. “And it’s not much but… I figured you’d appreciate it and, maybe, forgive me for neglecting you.”

You furrowed your brows, but he didn’t have time to even show you everything he had gotten, as the second he pulled out the CD, you all but launched yourself into him, hugging him tightly and making him stumble back slightly as he gently placed the CD on the counter so that he could wrap his arms around you, laughing a little to himself.

You had never hugged him that hard, that tight, before. He enjoyed it.

“You’re so fucking amazing!” You sounded like you were going to cry. 

Kuai hummed under his breath as he held you tightly, revelling in just how excited and happy you were. “Am I forgiven?”

You pulled away, laughing as you shook your head. “You were forgiven the moment you showed up at my door.”

He smiled, relief flooding through his veins as he nodded slowly; chewing at the inside of his lip as he gestured to the bag again. “There is more.”

“You’re the best boyfriend I could fucking ask for,” you beamed, on the verge of tears although you did your best not to show it too much. “Y’know that, don’t you?”

He nodded slowly, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “Can I stay?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

He hummed, just watching you for a moment as you looked through the DVDs, telling him all about the films even though he wasn’t really listening; too focused on the way you smiled and how fucking happy you seemed to be.

He could have sworn that when it came to appreciation for films, you definitely beat Johnny - although he would never tell him that. Kuai didn’t hear a word you said, head tilted slightly to the side as he folded his arms across the chest and watched you, smiling as you grinned.

You didn’t seem to notice, still talking so excitedly.

“Whenever I see you smile, it takes my breath away,” he mused, not even realising that he had said it aloud until you turned to him and raised a brow.

“What?”

Kuai approached, gently taking your hands in his as he hummed, letting his thumbs grace gently over your knuckles for a moment. “Nothing, just… when you talk about your films like that… it’s like you put me under a spell.”

You rolled your eyes as you scoffed, stealing a quick kiss before you let go of his hands and grabbed the bag. “You’re an idiot sometimes… what do you fancy for takeaway?”

He followed you into the living room, more than happy when you snuggled into his side and pulled your phone out, going through what could be ordered; he didn’t really mind, in all honesty, he wasn’t exactly fussy when it came to food. 

“Whatever you like.”

“I don’t wanna order something you don’t like, though,” you frowned, flashing him the puppy dog eyes for a moment.

Kuai sighed, scratching the corner of his eye for a second before he shrugged. “We haven’t tried that new place you said about last time, yet.”

“So you wanna go there?”

“Alright,” he agreed with a curt nod.

You took a quick look for the menu, and although it wasn’t rare, you were excited when Kuai agreed to get three main portions and split them between you both so you had a chance to try it all.

He didn’t really get much time to do such a thing when he was back home; his clan mostly ate whatever Madam Bo would treat them to, and they were rarely able to order in takeaway as well.

But with you, it was different. Kuai could actually drop his act as the stoic yet fair Grandmaster, he could actually be a significant other; he just hoped that, when the time came, you would accept his hand in marriage.

The first shell dropped just three horses ahead of you, and with a great bang and a harsh cloud of smoke, one of the horses reared up; its rider flung his arms out, flailing as the horse turned and ran. The rider dropped dead right by you, but you kept on going; outdated warfare, maybe, but desperate times had called for desperate measures, and your battalion were the only ones capable of such an assault.

Sent to your deaths on the backs of horses, man and beast collapsing and dying; the cries of the men fell on death ears, the sound of the horses, such loud screams of agony and anguish, made you cower and whimper. High command had sent these men to their deaths, and they sent the animals along even more willingly; tanks and machine guns waiting in the mountains to mow down man and beast with no hesitation.

For what? To recover a few stolen tanks? Was that really what you were fighting for? Was that really what you were going to die for?

The rider beside you collapsed, his horse falling to the side with a harsh scream, but you closed your eyes and continued to charge; you wanted to go home. You didn't want to be a part of this, you didn't want to die screaming and being crushed beneath an animal. You didn't want to die like they did. It wasn't until the Lieutenant gave the command to start firing that you realised you were sobbing; absolutely terrified and knowing what was going to happen.

You were one of the lucky ones, you actually survived. You and your horse even got sent back home. But that didn't change a thing; you were haunted by the memories. The wide eyed pleading glare of dying horses. The hoarse and choked cries and screams of men begging you not to leave them alone as they bled out on the rocks. You would never forget the sight of thick blood coating dark grey rocks; you would never forget the way that those guns tore through riders and horses alike. You would never forget.

The nightmares wouldn't let you.

Every night, you would wake up screaming and sobbing; every night, you ended up calling Price to ask him to soothe you back to sleep. He was still out there, and although the nightmares and the haunting were one thing, missing him was another; you didn't like being far from him for this long. He was usually back by now, but he had admitted during one phone call that he had made a pit stop to see Farah and check in on her and Alex.

Price missed you, too, and admitted it frequently; he wished he could be there in person to console you for one thing, but he also wished that he could simply be in your presence. Even at your worst, you made his day. He loved spending time with you, and when he was halfway across the world, he always longed for you; he always said you were his best friend, even though he had moved in with you a long while ago, and even though he had come to realise something horrible.

He loved you in a sense other than platonic. He loved you romantically, and he couldn't admit it.

He was a Captain, he ranked above you by a substantial amount, for him to admit that he felt for you would be to put his entire career on the line; for him to say that he loved you and wanted you to be his boyfriend would be to risk everything he had worked for. He couldn't be with you, even if he wanted to.

He was older, too, and he knew that that would also put him in hot water; to be with someone only three years younger than Gaz would be frowned on, and people would wonder why you were with him. They would accuse you of wanting his money. They would accuse him of using his rank. It wouldn't be ideal for either of you, and he wanted to protect you from that.

Price missed you, though, and when high command told him that he would be going home after he had sustained an injury to his leg, he was more than relieved; he couldn't hold it in any longer, deciding right then and there that the second he got in the door, he would tell you that he loved you, and he wanted to be something other than friends.

Only, when he did walk in, he found you in a less than happy state; he could see that you had been crying, with your back against the wall and hugging your knees, you were still muttering under your breath. Little begs and pleads for them not to send you to the mountains. His heart sank, and he dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Oh, fuck, pup," Price breathed out. He went to touch you, but you flinched. "Woah, calm down, it's only me."

"Don't let them," you murmured. "Please, don't. I don't wanna go back to Blood Mountain."

"Is it the charge again?"

You nodded, whimpering. "Don't let them send me back."

"I won't," he promised, coming to sit beside you. "They're not gonna send you back any time soon, pup."

Although his Scouse accent was usually more than soothing, you couldn't find it in yourself to move, still trapped in the moments of that awful charge at Col di Lana; you could still hear tanks and gunfire cutting through the sharp cries of horses and harsh howls of dying men. You could still feel the horse beneath you starting to panic. Could still feel the gun in your hands. You could still taste the fresh mountain air as it mixed with poisonous smoke. You could still smell death.

"I've got you," Price acted quickly, pulling you between his legs so that your back was against his chest, his arms around you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Alright, alright. Take it easy."

He sat there, holding you and being ever so calm and collected, waiting for you to finally return to him; he couldn't blame you. He had seen this happen to soldiers a dozen and one hundred times, and he knew that the best thing to do was just to keep you safe and let you get yourself out; he just wished it didn't happen to you.

"Johnny?"

"Yeah, I'm here," he replied softly, "here and all yours."

You were shaking, hardly able to speak. "I'm scared... please, don't let them send me back there."

"Relax," he told you kindly. "It ain't gonna happen. You're home, you're safe."

You nodded, but he could tell that you were still unsure. "Please, I miss the sound of your voice... I miss you."

"I've got you," Price reassured. He needed to tell you. "I need to tell you something, but I'm not gonna say a dickie unless you're ready."

"I'm ready."

Taking a deep breath, Price grumbled under his breath. "I don't... shit... I don't want our friendship to be platonic."

"I don't get it," your voice was still shaky, still quiet like you had been screaming for hours.

"I want you to go from being my friend and housemate," he started, "to being my boyfriend."

You nodded, and finally, a weak smile came to your face. "I'd like that... I'm sorry I'm such a wreck..."

"It's alright," Price tutted. "You're alright, and... and I love you, and I'm willing to do whatever I can to make sure you're alright."

You started to relax against him at last. "So... boyfriends."

"Yeah," he breathed out. "That alright with you?"

"I wanted to ask you for a while," you admitted quietly. "But I never got the chance."

The captain wasn’t one to worry about anything but after his conversation with Y/n he couldn’t help but feel a little cautious about the mission.

He already caught his husband sucking on a blood bag when he passed by his room, watching him with his mask pulled down while he drinks quietly, staring into space while John sighs to himself and makes sure to close the door for him so, that the others wouldn’t see him.

John at first didn’t mind seeing his husband eating in order to gain energy and to keep his hunger in control, but he did worry that he was drinking more than one bag in the last few hours.

The captain had frowned and left the building in order to search for any signs of blood or perhaps some civilian children running around and getting hurt or getting a scrape or two. He didn’t find anything like that in the last few hours which only made the situation worse.

Y/n didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings and focused on his health. Whenever he was alone he’d take the chance to drink non-stop, sometimes standing guard outside in the dark while he took his time. He didn’t take much notice of it and focused on the fact of losing control, afraid of getting caught and getting his own self killed if his new team were to find out about him.

It wasn’t until the day that they were heading out that he was paired up with Ghost. Assigned to do a quick search of the building and in hopes of finding anything or anyone that can help them get closer to their target. He had his gear ready and guns loaded while giving John a small reassuring smile under his mask, knowing that he captain could see the slight squint of his eyes before he steps out of the building.

He can hear john through his coms as both he and ghost make their way around in the dark, keeping quiet and guns out. “Approaching the building.” He hears ghost grunt out as they hop over a fence, crouching down and hiding behind a few wooden boxes as Y/n looks over to check for any signs of life.

“No guards.” He whispered into his radio, frowning under his mask as his eyes shift over to Ghost who was staring back at home. The two thinking the same thing as Ghost speaks up. “Something’s wrong.” He starts, getting the others attention including Johns. “No guards out front. There were three yesterday but see no sign of them.”

“Move forward, they could be inside.” Said John while the other two nod at each other, confirming their movement as they continue forward. Y/n approached a window, signaling to Ghost that he’ll go in first and make sure that it’s safe, putting his gun away and using his knife to unlock the window before sliding it open. He steps inside, not making a sound as he looks around.

“Clear.” He puts his blade away and takes his gun out, coming to a stand and helping Ghost inside. “Building has two floors, will sweep the first floor before moving upstairs.” Y/n radios John and made their way through the first floor. The two splitting up as they checked everyone room, finding nothing but boxes and old blueprints that had nothing to do with the building. He hears the Lieutenant call out to him.

“Tick, we’re moving upstairs.” He nods his head towards the stairs. “Copy.” Y/n takes the first step, moving slow as they make it to the second floor, not hearing or seeing anyone. Y/n is about to give up and call it and head back to the safe house. Before he could turn around and leave a strong smell hits him, causing him to lick his lips. He follows the scent down a hallway where he stands in front of two double doors.

He checks the doors, locked.

He takes out his blade and uses it to unlock the door and pushing it open. The scent suddenly hits him hard, blinding his senses as he looks inside to see the room full of corpses. He stood frozen in place, hearing the faint sound of Ghosts footsteps as he approached him, calling out his name and then cursing under his breath when he sees the room.

Ghost reaches out to Price to let him know.

“This place isn’t for hiding, they were using it as a morgue.” Ghost steps inside the room, getting further inside while Y/n stood at the entrance. “Fucking hell.” He mutters out.

“The guy we were after.” Ghost says. “He’s dead.” He bends down on one knee to check the man’s pulse, getting no sign of life. He also takes notice that his corpse is pale, fresh blood surrounding him and the rest of the bodies. “Something isn’t right.”

“Ghost—you need to get out of there now!” Price shouts through the comms. “Get the hell out of there!”

Ghost turned around to alert Y/n but, catches the man on his knees. His hands over his masked mouth coughing and choking on his own spit.

“Tick!”

Ghost takes a step forward.

“—don’t go anywhere near, tick!” Price suddenly shouts.

“Sir—“

“Goddammit, Ghost. Get the fuck out of there and leave him behind. Now!”

Ghost continued to watch Y/n as he frantically searched his pockets, ripping a few of them open and inhaled sharply when he doesn’t find a blood pack with him. His own eyes widen when he slowly looks over to the fresh corpses, dripping and still filled with blood. His head is all over the place as he holds himself back from tasting any human blood, relating to himself that he’d never take human blood.

“Tick.”

Y/n looks up to face Ghost who’s eyes are wide when he sees the color of his eyes turning bright red. The smell of blood surrounding him in this room as he gags again. “Go…leave now!” He shouts at ghost, growling under his mask and tries to focus on something else. His fingers twitching and aching to get his hands on one of those bodies.

He can sense ghost reaching for his gun but, he can also sense someone else in the room with them. His own eyes widen, looking up to see one of the previous guards from yesterday lurking behind Ghost, their own eyes also red. Their hands and mouth covered with blood as they bared their fangs, ready to take on their next prey.

Before Ghost could react, Y/n was shoving the taller man behind him, attacking the guard and pinning him down against the blood covered rug. The guard thrashing and kicking him off while Y/n grunted and growled in anger as the guard bolted towards Ghost but, again, Y/n was faster and grabbed the guard by the neck. The two slamming against the wall and barreling down the hallway, nearly falling down the stairs.

Y/n had lost his mask on the process revealing his own fangs at the guard who had a hint of surprise on their face, letting his guard down and giving Y/n the advantage to attack, pinning his arms on either side of his head, straddling his waist and keeping him from escaping. He tries to find a way to reach for his gun without letting the other escape but isn’t able to reach far enough without getting knocked over.

The room is full of grunting and thrashing, the sound of multiple footsteps is heard. His eyes not only focus on the guard but on the blood that covered their entire bottom face, his breath hitched at the sight. His mouth gaped open as he leans down only to be pulled out of his sense when a gun goes off in the guards head, causing their body to go limp.

His brain starts to function again and moves off the body, crawling away while panting heavily and covering his mouth at the thought of almost tasting human blood. His body feels cold, hands numb and his breathing began to pick up. He can’t feel the hands on him but knows someone is there. Someone had seen him without his mask. Someone had seen him.

His thoughts reach a point where he can’t even breath anymore.

“—Y/n! Hey, I need you to breath for me.” He can hear his husbands voice, calm and soft as he tries to bring him back to reality. “Easy, count to ten.” John has a gentle hand on his shoulder as he counts backwards from ten.

“Nine, eight….”

Y/n swallows and slowly looks up to meet Johns eyes before they avert to his lips, reading them as he counted down along with him.

“Five, four, three…” The two say in unison until he’s back to breathing normally, his red eyes going back to the regular color and slumps back against the wall. His whole body is still covered in blood and finds a way to ignore it and focused on John.

“There you are.” John chuckled softly.

The hand on his shoulder is tightened until he’s pulled forward into his embrace. He cautiously reached up to grip Johns back, hugging him tight and nuzzling his face into his neck.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered to John, knowing that he snapped and wrecked the mission. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, love. It’s alright.” John mumbled back, knowing that they weren’t alone. The rest of the team stood from a distance, haven’t they walked in at the wrong time and witnessed everything. They had watched Y/n fight with the guard as they tried to pry him off but the man was far too lost in their sense that it took John to stop it.

The team had no idea on what just happened nor did they know how to process it.

“Come on, that’s it.” John helped Y/n stand, arm around his lower waist as he helped him. The sound of a gun cocking gets Johns attention, head shooting up to see Ghost aiming his gun at Y/n. “Put the gun down.” John hissed out.

“Not until you explain what the hell just happened and what the fuck he is.” Ghost nudged his Gun in Y/n’s direction, demanding to know while the others tried to make him put the gun away.

“What are you doing?!” Soap hissed.

“Captain, ain’t telling us something.” Ghost shot back, glaring at his captain as he holds his husband close to him, ready to take a shot if things were to go bad. It wasn’t until Y/n holds his hand up, pulling away from John and reassuring him that he would be alright.

“Put the gun down and I’ll explain everything.” Y/n croaks out, watching ghost huff out a grunt and lowers the gun. “Talk, now.”

Y/n sighs deeply. “This place wasn’t a hide out but a nest for feeding. A nest for vampires.” He finally says.

“You’ve got to be joking.” Said Soap but Y/n doesn’t laugh nor does he show a sign of humor. Soaps half hearted smile drops. “Wait, your serious?”

Y/n nods. “I—I am one myself. Have been for years but I’m nothing like them.” He nods towards the dead guard. “This nest is used for newborns who are still learning and newborns list for blood nonstop to the point where they’ll wipe a whole town. That is if travel in large groups.” He continued to explain until John cuts in. “Y/n had been surviving off of animal blood for years. The smell that room carried must have triggered his senses it usually doesn’t get this bad.”

“And yet, he somehow snapped.” Ghost glared at Y/n who flinched, looking away in shame. “Does Laswell know?”

“Yes.” John answers. “Laswell and I knew but no one else did until now. But, that doesn’t matter if he’s a vampire at least he knows what he’s doing and helping us with our job. What matters now is what’s in that room.” He points to the room full of bodies, getting everyone’s attention. “If this thing was in there,” he kicks the dead guard. “That means theirs more.”

Y/n licks his lips, walking cautiously towards the room. He used his hand to cover his mouth and nose, taking in the sight as he counted the bodies and did a quick check up on them. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, could hear the sound of their hearts beating with anxiety as their hands gripped their guns. He couldn’t blame them for being cautious towards such dangerous things.

He takes a step back from the room, shoving through the group to keep a good distance from the room and uncovering his mouth. He takes a deep breath and coughs it out. “I counted twenty bodies. Ten old and ten fresh, that’s enough for five newborns.” He blurts out, getting the teams attention.

“Wait—you’re saying that five vampires killed twenty people?” Gaz asks, eyes wide. He stares at his captain and then at Y/n before moving back to his captain. “I’m not much an expert at this stuff.” Price admits, even though he’s been married to one for a few years now. “But, I do know that they are dangers and could still be around.”

Ghost finally speaks up. “Can they make more?”

“Not unless one is pureblood.” Y/n answers.

“Pureblood?”

He nods. “Vampires can be created or born—in order to be created a pureblood is the only one who can turn a human into a vampire with either a bite or sharing their blood. Purebloods come from royalty, birth parents are both vampires but rare to find. Which is why we aren’t around anymore.” He mumbled. “If five more of these vampires are out there then it’s possible that they are creating more, perhaps an army even.”

“Then let’s go kill some vampires.” Soap smirks at his own words.

“No, this is something I have to clean up.” Y/n gives soap a sad smile.

“You can get yourself killed.” Said Gaz.

“I’ll be alright, these newborns are far too dangerous and can easily kill a human. I have to work fast and in my own terms.” He turns to his husband. “Tell Laswell that I’m KIA, it’ll give me the ability to work fast in my own terms. I can’t have her knowing about this, as much as I appreciate Laswell, she can’t be involved.”

“And if you come back? What do you want me to tell her.” John raised a brow while Y/n chuckles. “The truth after it’s over.”

John sighs deeply, crossing his arms over his chest and silently agreeing. “Alright.”

“I guess I’ll have to push back on retirement, huh?” Y/n smiles a little while John rolls his eyes. “After you kill that bastard your coming back home with me.”

“Wait, am I missing something,” John starts, pointing at the two. “Back home? Do you two live with each other.”

It took some time to convince Laswell to let him on his team. She was stubborn and refused every time he asked. She wasn’t rejecting him because she didn’t think he was capable of doing his job but because he could bring danger to the team and to John. His husbands file as classified, hidden deep away from any other governmental prying hands who tried to get access to his information and if anyone got their hands on or they wouldn’t find much.

Only a simple name and title, nothing else. He was a ghost to the world. It took some time to finally convince Laswell to allow his husband to join, causing the women to cave and sending his husband to his base where he stood waiting for the plane to land.

“He is your responsibility, John.” Laswell had said. “You keep him in check and make sure that he’s stocked with food.” She was looking out for her own, but even she was cautious of Johns partners whereabouts. John already knew the drill of bringing his husband along. He had told the team ahead of time that a new member would be joining them for some time and to welcome him.

When the helicopter finally lands and his husband steps out with a bag slung over his shoulder he can’t help but grin at the sight of his favorite man. He wore all black from head to toe, face mask over his nose and mouth as he makes his way over to John, giving the man a bashful wave as he smiled under his mask.

“Hello, love.” John says in a soft tone while his husband chuckles. “Not on base.” He reminds the captain, knowing that the two are to keep their life together a secret and remain professional when around each other. “Right, don’t want any questions from the others.” Price nods towards his base and guides his husband inside.

The two are speaking in a soft whisper. “I want to remind you that my team doesn’t know about your biology. Will have to keep it on the down low.”

Y/n frowns under his mask and nods either way, understanding the casualties and danger he could bring. It always upset him, knowing that his new team wouldn’t like having a vampire walking around base knowing that they could be attacked or killed. John knew that Y/n would never hurt anyone, he’d learned to control his thirst for years and only drank animal blood. He still had the ability to eat regular human meals and could last weeks without blood. He always made sure that he was packed with stored blood, hiding them deep inside his bag.

The two walked down a hallway and reached an open room where prices team stood waiting for them. Upon entering the team turns their attention to them, causing Y/n to freeze up. He

has killed, tortured, chased, and beaten hundreds of people when out in the field and yet, here he stood. Anxious and nervous to meet his husbands teammates that he always spoke highly about, afraid of them hating him if they were to find out what he really was.

“Everyone.” John calls out, approaching the team while Y/n followed quietly in his steps. “This is Y/n, one of our new recruits.” He announced while the others eyed him up and down. “What’s he good at?” Asked Soap who stood next to a larger man with a skull mask over his face. The two staring down at him while Price crossed his arms over his chest. “He’s got good eyes and ears; sniper shooter. Never misses.”

“I work in the dark well.” Y/n cuts in. Soap chuckles. “You a good shot?”

“I can prove it.” His response is fast with narrowed eyes. Even though he wanted to be on their good side he can’t help but let his ego show a little.

“You can prove it when your out on the field.” Price steps in, giving him look that meant ‘no fighting’ before turning back to his team. “This is Soap, Ghost, and Gaz.” Price finally introduces them to him. Y/n had heard about the three and had only met Gaz a few times due to him sticking with price majority of the time, never leaving his side.

Gaz had heard stories about Y/n from price who spoke highly about him. Gaz always wanted to meet the famous sharp shooter that price wouldn’t stop rambling about whenever they were together on missions. “It’s nice to finally meet you, price speaks about you.” Said Gaz, giving him a firm nod.

Y/n smiles. “All good things, I hope.”

“Of course.” Gaz chuckled softly.

It wasn’t until Ghost stepped in to ask him. “Got a call sign?”

Y/n clears his throat. “Tick.” He mumbled out. His call sign wasn’t very creative but the story behind it tells the team how he got the name. There were many times where he wished to change it but it stuck and everyone knew him as ‘tick’ reminding everyone that he will always be a ticking time bomb that’s ready to blow up. The only time that he actually blew up was during his fifth mission in Russia. One of his team mates had gotten ambushed. He was still a kid and young only to be ambushed by Russian soldiers who planned to torture him for information. Y/n had snapped and attacked the soldiers, using his strength and stealth to take them all down, getting blood all over his gear. He hadn’t eaten well that day and had tasted human blood after years of being clean. His team saw who he truly was and they all feared him.

After that mission he was replaced from his team and taken to another base the same day. Y/n had gotten scolded by Laswell and calling him reckless for letting himself snap. After that he’d learned to never go back, no matter how much his team needed him he always looked ahead and completed the mission. That was his job.

“I’ll help tick settle in his new room. We have a meeting at 0700 tomorrow.” Price let’s them know while responding back with a ‘yes, sir’ while getting dragged away from his team. Once the two are alone again he feels johns eyes staring at him. “John—“

“You alright?” John cuts in, giving his husband a worried look while they walk to his new room that was across from Johns. “I’ll be fine.” Y/n whispered back, nudging the door open and setting his bag on the empty table that stood in the middle of the room. “I promised to be careful and besides I won’t be here for long. I saw the way your men watched me—they don’t trust me.”

“Not yet.” John closed the door behind him. “Have you eaten, yet?”

Y/n shrugs his shoulders. “I had a decent meal yesterday before I was brought here.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Johns voice is stern as the two stare at each other until Y/n finally gets what he’s saying. “If your asking if I had blood then yes, I took some two days again. I can last a few weeks without it.” He reminds John that he wasn’t a starved monster who searched for blood everyday. He had control over it and wouldn’t attack anyone if he were to smell blood from miles away.

“I’m looking out for you.”

“You have been for the last five years we’ve been married.” Y/n smirks under his mask, unzipping his bag and began to put his clothes away, keeping them folded and neat. John had looked inside his bag and reached in to take out a blood bag. “Where will you hide these?” He waves the bag in front of him as Y/n looks around the room, not finding any good spots to keep it hidden. “I’ll leave it in the bag.” He takes the bag from John and shoved it back inside, zipping it up and placing it under his bed.

“It’s only for a few days.” He reminds himself, turning to face John who sighed deeply and pulled him close into a tight embrace. “Get some rest.” He mumbled against his neck as the two pull away. Y/n nodded slowly and watched John exit the room, leaving him on his own as he sat on top of the uncomfortable bed. He grew restless during fast changes, traveling from one place to another and not giving him time to get some rest. He’s lucky to have his own space in case he were to ever wake up with red eyes.

It only ever happened when he was really tired and hungry, which is why he keeps everything in check and makes sure it doesn’t happen. The first time he woke up with red eyes was the day of his and Johns honeymoon. They had traveled to Greece in order to spend their special day together and when John first saw his red eyes he nearly gave the man a heart attack. The captain already knew about his biology and the things he did to survive, there was still certain things that caught him by surprise.

It took some time for John to grow used to his habits to the point where he would be the one reminding Y/n about eating properly and to not forget to pack his samples. His husband had grown annoyed at the constant reminders that he’d tell John that he knew when to eat and to let him know if he ever needed blood. Right now, he was in good health with no urges of needing blood. He instead was tired and needed the extra sleep in case he was to ever go out on a mission. He would go across the hall to sneak inside johns room and force the man to cuddle with him but, at the moment the team was wary of him and probably had eyes everywhere. So, he instead removes his gear and plops down face first into the pillow and passing out.

—

The next morning he makes sure to check his eyes. Not seeing a hint of red and getting the go of leaving his room and joining the rest of the team for the meeting that price had arranged. He arrived a little earlier than what he was told and expected to be the first one there but is surprised to see everyone already there. Technically waiting on his arrival.

Price had gotten the meeting going, informing them of their mission and who their target is. They were to be heading out in two days, giving them enough time to get their things ready and to make sure that they have a plan to get things done. After the meeting had ended the team had some time to actually talk, leaving y/n standing near the door as the other either spoke about the mission or had plans to get back to bed and get some extra shut eye.

Soap had glanced at him and asks. “Ever take off the mask or are you like ghost who never does?” He was curious to know as Y/n gives off a sigh. “You wouldn’t like to see what’s underneath.”

“Are you ugly?” Soap pushed on.

Y/n looks over soaps shoulder to see John frowning deeply, causing him to grin. “No, ask your captain. He can give you all the details.” He teased, causing the Sargent to turn around and face price, asking him if he’s seen him without the mask. The captain responds back with a gruff ‘yes’ and nothing else. Y/n chuckles at his teasing and focused back on his own task, working on checking their weapons and listening to soap and ghost argue with each other about the mask.

He didn’t wear a mask because he was afraid of showing his face. He wore a mask because of his teeth, giving everyone clear view of his sharp fangs if he were to ever smile, talking was enough to keep them hidden too afraid of causing problems. John was never bothered to see the fangs so up close and getting a chance to see them clearly. He hopes that the mission goes well and doesn’t slip up with showing what’s underneath the mask or perhaps messes up with his eating schedule. He’s gonna make sure he gets everything ready before they are to leave in a few days.

Y/n gives John a glance before turning around to leave the room. He’s used to not seeing John around the base or back at home. The two were always working and rarely crossed each others paths until now. When Y/n heard that John wanted him on his team he grew excited to see his husband again after weeks of no communication but before he was sent to see him he had a small briefing with Laswell. The women was rough and honest with him when it came towards his job, telling him that if anything happened with him he’d get sent back home. During his time working for the military he had thoughts about retiring or leaving and never coming back.

He was often seen as a liability, even though he had good hear and eyesight. People still feared his lust for blood which later had him thinking as to why John married him. Why did he start dating him and not run away when he first found out what he was. He’d ask John many times and always get the same response back.

“Because, you’re the one for me.”

Y/n sighs deeply when he arrived to his room, kicking the door behind him and walking over to his bed. He gets on his knees and take out the bag full of blood bags and unzips the bag to count how many he brought. He could last weeks without having to drink blood but the smell of it during the field can trigger his hunger even faster and wanted to be prepared. He counted the bags he had before storing them away again.

He had a total of eight, which should be enough to last him for the time he would be here. He’d been distracted thinking about his food supply that he doesn’t hear John entering the room, startling him when he hears him close the door behind him. He turns to glare at the intruder but softens when he only sees John. Sighing in relief and standing back up. “Thought you’d be here.” He says while walking over and sitting down on the empty bed while Y/n shrugs his shoulders. “Where else would I be?”

“Thought you’d give yourself time to know the team.”

Y/n hums. “I think it’s best that I don’t. I wouldn’t want to create a strong bond with them only for it to come crashing down when they found out about these.” He lowered his mask to show off his fangs, frowning a little.

“They won’t, I trust them and know that they won’t treat you differently.”

“You don’t know that.” Y/n whispers, tossing his mask on the bed and sitting next to John, leaning against his shoulder and nuzzling his side. “It’s best that I get the mission done and then leave...” he bites his lip. “I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you about something.”

John stiffens, afraid of those words but Y/n reassured him quickly. “It’s nothing bad.” He chuckled. “I’ve been thinking, after this mission I want to return home. Permanently.” He clarified, glancing up to John to see his reaction expecting him to be upset but instead he gives off a small nod and agrees with him. “If that’s what you want then it’s your choice—don’t forget that I won’t be around. Sure you’ll be fine on your own?”

Y/n tilts his head to the side as he thinks. “I think I’ll be fine.” He’s grown used to being on his own and wouldn’t mind seeing John every few weeks, knowing that his husband could spend months without seeing him. “I’ll write so, that you don’t feel lonely without hearing from your husband.” He joked out while John chuckled at his joke.

Code name; Zero.

Laswell had told John that she trusted the man with missions and was very useful. He was skilled in keeping heavy cover and was known to hide in the shadows. She would say that he was a deadly man who gets the job done without a doubt. That didn’t put John at ease, still not trusting the new recruit that he has yet to meet.

“Zero is a man that I trust and will fit in your team.”

“You want us to trust a rookie with only a simple name?” Ghost calls out.

Task 141 and Laswell were all standing in a briefing room together while she announced the new recruit to the rest of the team. “Ghost is right, who’s to say that he won’t betray us? Remember what Graves did.” Soap reminds her with a glare, clearly not happy with the news.

“I understand the caution and wanting trust from this new recruit but you best believe me that Zero is the one we need for this mission.” She began to explain to the team. “Zero had taken mission that he can complete in less than a few days, get inside information without getting caught. He can help you with getting intel on Makorov.”

“It’s too risky, Laswell.” John finally cuts in, stopping her from taking further. He couldn’t accept someone he didn’t trust not after what happened with Graves and Shepard and their betrayal. “I won’t allow it.”

Laswell frowns, standing straight with her arms crossed over her chest, tilting her head to the side and says. “He knows that Yuri is smuggling dangerous weapons across Russia as we speak.” She knew that the team was struggling to get a location on Yuri. Makorov’s second in command and close friend, the two helping each other in their terrorist schemes which had to be stopped. The new information gets the teams attention as they all looked at her in disbelief.

“He knows where Yuri is?” John asked.

“Like I said, deep cover.” Laswell steps forward, challenging price as the two stare each other down. “Give him a chance and you won’t regret it.” A hint of defeat is shown in his eyes as Laswell slowly smirked at her victory, leaning back to give off a small chuckle before announcing. “He’ll meet you during your next mission, don’t be late.” With that she turns around and leaves the room, tension suddenly gone once she’s out of the room. It wasn’t until Gaz speaks up. “I guess we have a new rookie.”

—

The team had geared up and loaded on the helicopter, riding out to Teba, Spain. They were dropped off in a base near the area, collecting there things and driving out to town where they are to meet up with Zero and track down their target in order to get more information on Makarov and his plans. The whole ride there, John can’t help but think about the new recruit. Laswell had provided him there comms, letting him know last minute that Zero was selectively mute and wouldn’t speak to anyone. He communicate through Morse code which connected to the rest of the team.

Everyone else in the team was questioning this rookie, wondering if they were easy to trust or perhaps it was all part of a plan to get them killed. They were entering dangerous territory and had to play it well or else things can get complicated. Before they could arrive to town, johns comms goes off, causing the older man to freeze as he listens to the rapid taps.

“Captain Price, this is Agent Zero, over.”

John sighs to himself, sitting back in his seat as he pulls his comm close and responds back. “This is captain price, we are to arrive to our destined location in five.”

The response he gets back is a fast one, not giving him time to cut the comms as he listens. The rest of the team was also listening to the response back.

“Negative, sir. Location is not safe, reroute to his address.”

Johns phone goes off, showing him a new address to drive too. The captain frowns at the sudden change, but knows that he can’t question the man after the bickering he went through with Laswell. “Copy, rerouting.” He passed the location to Soap who was driving the vehicle, taking the new coordinates and changing their route down a different road. “This rookie better know what he’s doing.” Muttered Gaz, getting the captains attention. “We have no choice but to trust him. But, I also hope he knows what he’s doing.”

The drive took longer than planned now that the location was changed then didn’t arrive until night fall. They drive further away from town and into the woods where a rather large house stood out but also remained very well hidden. They all step out of the van and gather there things. Soap looks up to the house and chuckles. “This place is huge! Are you sure this is the right place?”

“You drove us here.” Ghost narrows his eyes at soap.

“Coordinates show that this is the place.” John speaks up, giving his team a glance before nodding. “Alright, let’s head inside.” The safe house was bigger than expected but it was also dark with no lights turned on or guards standing around the place, blending in with the night and remaining hidden from visitors. When approaching the entrance, it’s ghost who takes notice of the pressure plank located at the front. “Place is rigged with traps.” He turns to the others while they look around for another way inside, not finding any open windows or extra doors.

“There’s a shed to your right.”

Johns comms go off.

“Inside there is a hidden tunnel, it’ll lead you to the basement and inside the house.”

John looks around and his eyes land on the shed, approaching the old thing and pulling the door open to things that belonged inside the shed, it wasn’t until he moved a few boxes that he find an additional trap door that guided him through the tunnels. “Over here.” He calls to the rest and followed him through the dark tunnels. Gaz is the last to step inside and makes sure to close up the doors as he follows his captain.

“We need light.”

“Use a few flares.”

Soap pulls a flare from his pack and turns it on, holding it over his head up front as it lights up the dark tunnel. They follow the trail that leads them towards the house and into the basement first before making it to the first floor. “Keep your guard up, who knows what awaits us.” John warns his men as they enter the house with the lights out it becomes difficult for them to see, not wearing any night vision goggles to make thing easier for them.

“You made it.”

The lights were switched on them as they all turns towards the source of tapping shoes, guns up and aiming towards a singular man who stood a few feet away from them. He was dressed in all black, wearing a mask to cover his entire face like ghost and wearing black goggles that covered his eyes. He’s quick to put his hands up showing them that he meant no harm and carried no weapon with him.

“You zero?” John asks, still holding his own gun up as the man in front of him nods. He slowly reached over to his comm and gives off a few taps.

“Yes, I am unarmed.”

That’s good enough to have the team lower there guns. “Zero, I’m Captain price. This here is my team.” He said while approaching him. “This is Soap, Gaz, and Ghost.” He points to each one while Zero gives off a nod in greeting at the other three, raising his hands, hesitance at first as he signs. “Anyone know sign language?” He questions.

It’s ghost who speaks next. “I know the language.” He hums out, getting Zeros attention who smiled proudly under his own mask and jumps on his toes. “Thought I’d have to write stuff out for everyone to understand, but this works!” Zero is enthusiastic in his signing before waving them over to the main room where there a few boxes full of Ammon and additional guns in case they are needed. A table stood in the middle of the room with all the plans written down along with sticky notes of various locations and names.

“Here is the information that I was able to get from Yuri.” Signed Zero while Ghost translated for the team, rounding the table to stand on the other side while the team looked at his work. “How the hell did you get this much information?” Gaz asks, looking at the coordinates located on the map.

“I was under deep cover with Yuri and his men.” Zero placed his hands on his hips while John chuckles. “Laswell said that your good at getting information, did you choke this out of Yuri?”

Zero shakes his head. “I befriend Yuri a month into my cover, took his side while I was there and gained his trust very fast. He trusted me with a storage room that contained dangerous weapons along with poison gas. When I arrived my team had ambushed them and we got rid of everything. Yuri’s men and his weapons and burned the place to the ground.”

The team is shocked to hear his work. Having been undercover and working with Yuri along with getting his trust in order to get locations of important cargo.

“Shit, Laswell was right.” Soap mumbled out, not believing her at first. “Right, she’s got us worried about you but it looks like you are pretty useful.” John steps in, getting Zeros attention who turned his head to face John.

Behind the goggles he stared at John intently, his lips curling into a smile under the mask before looking back at his own plans. He leans forward to point a gloved finger at the map, showing them a circled area. A sticky note was attached to it and it’s John who takes it and reads it out loud.

“Yuri’s second in command is located here. He is to be transporting weapons back to their warehouse at midnight.”

Ghost speaks up. “Using the dark for coverage.”

“Makes it easy for them to move dangerous weapons without getting stopped.” Added Gaz.

John examined the map and location before sighing deeply and standing up straight. “Alright, we are heading out in an hour—take what you need and get ready. We’re checking the place out and putting a stop to it.”

“Yes, sir.” They all say in unison and began to get prepared for the mission.

—

Zero was located across town nearest to the road that Yuri’s men are to take tonight. He’s hiding in the shadows, rifle in hand as he waits for any signs of movement. He’s alone and the night is quiet only the sound of crickets and civilians from afar is heard. He focuses ahead and still doesn’t see any movement, sighing to himself he turns on his comms.

“No sign of movement.”

He doesn’t get a response which caused him to frown. “Price, do you copy?” Silence. “Ghost? Soap? Gaz? Does anyone copy?” Nothing. He’s quick to step away from the ledge, something feeling terribly wrong with the silence he is receiving from the rest of the team. He remembers price telling him that he’d be on the west side of town nearest to the compound. Zeros eyes widen in realization, it’s a trap.

Zero takes the rifle in his hand and straps it over his shoulder as he leaves the roof, moving in the dark and making his way west. A few trucks pass by, causing him to hide against a few houses and checking the area to see a few familiar faces. Yuri’s men were transporting the weapons down another road, changing the plans and rerouting to a different area. Zero stalks closer, hearing murmurs in Russian when he finds a window in the compound.

It doesn’t take him long to find his team trapped inside a room, door locked while a few men chuckled. “Should we perhaps try to experiment?” One of them says as they turn to face a taller man who wore all black, hair white as snow as they wore round glasses. A hint of a grin upon their lips. “We shall.” His accent is rough, turning around and giving Zero a better view of the man.

“Yakov.” Zero mumbled to himself, glaring at the scientist and watched as he walks over to a tank with a label stating ‘poison gas’ in Russian. The simple warning alerts Zero as Yakov moved the tank over to the room with his teammates, locked inside while the scientist got to work. Zero pulls away from the window, looking around frantically and finding the breaker box located near the entrance.

He moves quickly, rushing Obed to the box and tanking it open as he switched the lights off. The sound of confused voices fills the night. Zero activates his night vision goggles, pulling out a blade that was tucked away around his leg. “Time to work.” He says to himself and moves back to the window, looking inside to see Yakov shouting at his own men in Russian to check the place and to turn the power back on. Before they could scatter he’s able to lift the window, getting inside without making a sound.

“Go! Without power I am unable to get this done without getting us all killed!”

One of Yakovs men opens his mouth to respond back only to stumble forward with a grunt, falling face first onto the ground with a blade sticking behind his back. The scientist gaped with wide eyes, looking around frantically in the dark as he holds his own gun out. He’s unable to see but he hears the sound of his own men falling one by one. A few gunshots go off which startles the scientist, pulling the trigger on his own gun. He doesn’t hit anything and yelps when the gun is shoved out of his hands and is pinned against the door where Zeros team stood.

His arm against his neck as he applied pressure to his windpipe, causing the scientist to thrash in his hold and tried to kick him off. Zero cocks his head in a menacing way. “Yuri is a fool to leave you unprepared.” He whispered, shoving his blade deep into the scientist stomach and watched as his body slowly grows limp in his hold. Zero let’s him go and slumps down onto the floor.

Zero gives the scientist a long stare before turning back towards the door. He takes a look at the lock and gets down on one knee and began to lick the lock, working fast into getting it unlocked and removing the chain. When he proves the door open he forgets how defensive his teammates might get and isn’t prepared when he’s tackled to the ground.

Price holding him in a headlock as he grunts, elbowing price on the ribs as his grip loosened. He’s quick to get out of his hold and turn around to face the rest of his team. “It’s Zero!” He coughs out, voice croaking.

“Zero? Thank fuck your alive.” It’s Soap who sighs in relief when he comes face to face with the new recruit. “Wait—you just spoke.”

Zero clears his throat nervously, opening his mouth to give a response back but is cut off by the sound of gunshots going off. “Out now!” Price shouts as they all run to the back, finding a door and busting their way through and escaping into the dark night, hiding deep into the woods and away from Yuri’s men. Once they are far enough and not being followed they finally get the chance to breath.

“Those damn coordinates took us to a trap!” Ghost shouts, angrily turning to face Price and Zero. “Damn rookie almost brought us to our death.”

“Easy, ghost.” Price holds his hand up, stopping him from approaching Zero any further. Things were getting escalated by the sudden outburst, blaming Zero for the misinformation and near death that they almost had. Zero stands in silence, panting heavily, head lowered as his mind wandered.

“I almost lost you…” his voice is a soft whisper, not loud enough to be heard from the others arguing with each other. It wasn’t until Price speaks up. “Enough! We should be glad that Zero got us out of there. Who knew how long we were going to be stuck inside with no weapons or plan.” Their captain glared at everyone, giving them a stern talk.

“You could have been dead.”

Zeros voice startled everyone. They all turned to face him as he stood there.

“You could have died and I—“ Zero shakes his head. “I could have lost you.” His last statement is directed towards Price who furrowed his brows in confusion.

Zero sighs, reaching up to remove his helmet and goggles, along with his mask too. His face is bare to the entire team, giving them all a chance to see his face. His eyes avert towards Price who stared with wide eyes, taking him in and stepping forward. “Y/n?” He reached out to place his hand against his neck, thumb stroking his jaw as he sniffles.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured out, staring into the eyes of his husband of two years. Y/n knew Prices work and that he lead his own task force along with having history in the SAS. He’d told John that he worked at an office, doing paperwork and staying indoors knowing damn well that was a lie. He worked with Laswell who knew there history. Y/n had spent years working for her, killing people and going undercover, keeping his identity hidden and never speaking a word to anyone unless it was Laswell who he trusted. He never thought that he’d end up falling in love with their captain and getting married to a military man. What they did was dangerous but Y/n feared that his work was far more dangerous and complicated.

Yet, here he stood. Facing his husband who he almost lost if he hadn’t figured out Yuri’s ambush against his team. The thought of him not making it on time and finding John dead crushed him. He couldn’t lose him, not when he’s finally found happiness.

“Oh, my love.” Johns voice is soft, pulling him close into a hug as Y/n holds back a sob and buried his face deeper into his shoulder. His hands gripping his back, afraid to let go. “Im sorry.” He muffled. The two pulling away. “I didn’t know how to tell you and I was afraid of what you’d think of me doing this sort of work.”

John sighs deeply, shaking his head. “Does Laswell know?”

He nods in confirmation.

That brings a laugh out of johns lips, shaking his head in disappointment. “She knew about us and yet she took the risk into adding you into my team.”

“Don’t blame her, John. I requested to help as long as I stayed quiet and didn’t let our personal life interfere. I had more information about Makarov and his business than you ever did.” He argued back, glaring at John. “If it wasn’t for me I wouldn’t have known about the weapons and his damn scientist Yakov—the man is brutal! I spent a month undercover and working for them in order to get what I needed and had to sit back and watch as he tortured my men! My people.” He bites out. “And I—I almost saw it happen again, but with you on the other end and I couldn’t let that happen.”

John pulled him close again, whispering soft words into his ears. “It’s alright, I’m fine and made it out. Because of you we are all alive.” John knew that he couldn’t be upset with his own husband, everyone makes mistakes and takes risks. He’s simply happy that their both together again.

Their moment together is cut by soap.

He was waiting with Rodolfo at his side as he greeted the mountain troops, friendly and warm each time, until the last and highest ranking soldier got off of the carrier; Alejandro smiled at you, nearly grinning, but to his left, Rodolfo was absolutely breathless. You were more than handsome, and the way that you smiled at him made him swallow thickly as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, his heart thundering.

"Mornin'," you grinned, shaking Alejandro's hand. "Captain (y/l/n)."

"Colonel Vargas," Alejandro looked you up and down as he nodded with approval. "This is Sergeant Major Parra - my second in command."

"A pleasure," you shook his hand, but you didn't immediately let go, and neither did he. "Heard you boys needed some help with new recruits."

"Yeah," Rodolfo breathed out, eyes widening as he licked his lips. "We could use a little help."

"Good thing I'm here then, innit?" You couldn't stop yourself from looking him up and down as you smiled, licking your lips and allowing your gaze to linger on his mouth for just a little while.

It was Alejandro who pulled you back to reality as he cleared his throat. "You'll be with Sergeant Major Parra for today, if that's okay?"

You bit at the inside of your lip as you nodded. "More than."

"Rudy?"

"Yeah," Rodolfo nodded, but didn't take his eyes from you. "No hay problema, Alejandro."

"Good," Alejandro shook your hand once more. "Welcome to Las Almas, Sir."

"Thank you, Ale," you cleared your throat, turning to Rodolfo. "Well... they didn't tell me the man I'd be working with would be as handsome as you."

He hung his head a little, chewing at the inside of his lip as he forced himself to bite back the smile that threatened to come across his lips. "Captain, please - no me molestes."

You put your arm around his shoulders, able to feel him tense up for a second before he leaned into your touch. "What's the matter, Sergeant Major? You never had an SAS officer flirt with you before?"

"Uh, no..." he admitted quietly, shaking his head. Fuck, they just had to send the most handsome, the most charming man that they had, didn't they?

He was beyond flustered, beyond flattered. Sure, many people had flirted with him and attempted to charm him throughout his life, but you... you just took his breath away. You made his heart ache with your smile, made his hands shake with your laugh, and the sincerity in your words made a shiver crawl up his spine. He had never been so awestruck and breathless.

"Shame," you told him, daring to take his chin between your forefinger and thumb, forcing him to look at you as you smiled, running your thumb across his bottom lip gently. "Handsome guy like you, would've thought that you'd be drowning in it."

Rodolfo cleared his throat, stumbling a little when you pulled away and silently wishing that you would keep your thumb on his bottom lip. His breath hitched, and he felt a little dizzy, palms sweaty. "Well, I, uhm... uh... ah..."

"You're so cute when you're all flustered and worked up," you told him with a beaming grin, daring to gently run a hand through his hair before you took a few steps forward. "You gonna come with? Or do I have to find out where everything is myself?"

Nearly tripping over his own feet, Rodolfo jogged so that he could catch up with you, a lump forming in the back of his throat when you linked your arm with his; the SAS certainly did send their finest, he couldn't deny that in the slightest. But as he showed you around, told you where everything was, he couldn't miss what you were doing.

Showering him in compliments. Gazing at his mouth. Leaning into him. It was all almost too much for him to handle, as even though Rodolfo had gotten his fair share of attention when it come to romance, he had never encountered someone like you; you were so bold and brazen, so outward and obvious, not even trying to be subtle.

And fuck, it was hot.

When he showed you to the locker rooms, pointing out where the showers and the changing facilities were - both communal and private - he didn't ignore the way you looked at him.

"It's... really private," Rodolfo admitted, taking a seat between one set of lockers as he swallowed thickly. You were the finest SAS officer he had ever laid eyes on, and although he tried to hide how flattered and utterly charmed by you, he couldn't.

"Oh, I bet," you sat opposite him, and he could have sworn that the way you spread your legs was fucking purposeful. "I don't reckon anyone could hear what goes on, y'know, when the shower's running and it's all hot and steamy."

Rodolfo swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of his neck as he took in a harsh breath, staring at you for a moment as he felt his heart rate start to pick up, his hands getting sweaty and starting to shake, his eyes wide and his mouth dry. Fuck, you were too much for him.

He was enamoured by you, but that didn't stop him from feeling like you had a knife to his throat; he wished you would hurry up and slash it. He was at your mercy, and if he was honest, he didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Why don't you come over here?" You asked with a teasing smile. "I don't bite, y'know - well, maybe if you ask me nicely."