CHOI JUNHO

“Isn’t the older one supposed to take care of the younger one?” she chuckled softly, admiring the young boy and his eagerness to take care of her. She really did love the boy and if she had a younger sibling, she would hope that they would have been exactly like Junho. 

Joohyun jumped a little when she suddenly felt Junho’s grip on her, holding her steady and she let out a moan that was supposed to be a thanks but didn’t protest or do anything further. Finally, they seemed to be ready to go and Joohyun walked alongside Junho as they headed to the garage. “You don’t have a mission today? Or other work?” she asked, knowing that no matter what, the agency wasn’t exactly lenient on stuff like this. Your work came first, and then you could worry about other things and the last thing she wanted was Junho to be in trouble.

“This is your car?” Joohyun said in surprise as they came to a stop. “Woah, Junho, this is a nice car, good for you for saving up,” she said, pinching his cheek a little before climbing in and buckling herself up. She waited patiently as Junho walked around and got into the driver’s side. “You live so far…” she said, although she supposed it wasn’t necessarily that far. “No,” she shook her head.” I don’t need anything.”

Before they took off, Joohyun reached for Junho’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you Junho, this is sweet of you. I appreciate it and when I’m all better, Your noona will take you out to a delicious meal.”

     junho let out a small laugh at that, though he was quick to shake his head. "it goes both ways, joohyun-noona. you have been taking care of me so much — let me do the same." the words were genuine, his tone soft, a mix of something similar to a request and showing his own gratitude. she was someone he cared about a lot, one of the very few people who knew about his past, his fears, hesitance on the field. and as someone who gave his trust very reluctantly, junho was truly grateful that she was his friend. hence, he was eager to take care of her, wanting to get better soon.

     "i don't have anything urgent, don't worry." it was only a few reports he had to write post-mission, and although he would need to squeeze them into his off-time, he didn't mind. they didn't need to be written at the office either, and they certainly weren't as important as joohyun, of course not.

     a chuckle left his lips at the comment about his car, a grin spreading across his face at the pinch to his cheek. he didn't have any expensive hobbies, so he saved up a lot, and when he bought something, he usually got the nicest one he wanted. the car was an example of that, and it was kept clean and tidy, professional, very similar to his own penthouse. "thank you —" and with that, he got inside, and after he made sure they put on their seatbelts, he began to drive.

the question junho brings up after his comment about being good at eating instantly sparks a wide smile to appear on wei’s face. “cook, yes!” he responds happily, excitement over the idea of it brimming in his voice as well as his features. he puts his chopsticks down this time around, so he can have both hands to help explain all of his enthusiasm about the hobby.

“i make food at home always,” he starts. “sometimes joohyun, but i do it rest of the time.” there’s a bit of a stint in his korean, which he knows and hates, but for the current subject he’s more than willing to live with it if it means being able to talk about food and making food more.

“make things from home, try out new things, prepare dessert.” he pauses a moment, tries to think of the right word, then instantly beams as he finds it. “experiment with food.” it helps that as long as nothing’s burned, there’s hardly any type of food or taste he doesn’t like, so he can throw a bunch of things together to attempt a new dish and never come out cheated.

admittedly not all of his creations are necessarily good or delicious, but it’s a male to eat for the day, and whenever he does find a good combination of food, he never hesitates to let joohyun try it out, as well as to send the recipe to his mother so she can try it out as well and give him her opinion.

there has been a certain amount of time in which his mother was not in any way or shape capable of making her own food - hence the reason he knows how to - but it’s been quite a while since that time and these days she’s more than happy to share good recipes with him as well whenever they speak on the phone.

“you like anything else?” he decides to counter the question then. “except eat food.”

     the wide smile on wei's face is enough to lift junho’s spirits, elated that he is so passionate about cooking. he listens carefully, nodding at times to encourage the other. he knows that he has problems with the language at times, but he's surely getting better, and junho's always there to help along the way if he wishes.

     "i'm only good with ramen, i can add spices to that — well, spice packages. and i can cook eggs, rice. that's the extent of my abilities though. i can't do anything fancy." he shrugs, taking a bite out of his food. so far, it's been only him and the dog, so there was no need to make food for more than one person. and that can be applied to almost two-thirds of his life too, so it would be the truth to say he isn't a gourmet. he trains a lot, which is why preparing a luxurious dinner has never been one of his concerns.

     it's great that wei's so interested in it though — from the cooking shows he watches when he can't sleep, he knows it's more of a trial and error process at first, only then people begin to get better. "do you have cooking tips of your own ? some people have secret family recipes —" he grins, almost all of the information is on the internet, but then again, junho's sure no one can make cupcakes as good as his mother did. maybe that has more to do with something else, but he doesn't dwell on it for the moment.

sooner or later there’s going to be an end, a gruesome one, and jinhwan’s going to meet it head first, like diving into the ocean from the docks back on jeju island. he keeps tempting fate, it’s a dangerous thing, and he knows yoora and min would kick his ass for continually trying his luck, dancing around with the devil wearing a smug smile.

today is not that day.

he knows he’s not doing himself any favors – who just tempts fate like this? dumbasses that’s who. he can’t help it. this guy just interested him to no end, and he didn’t actually leave his apartment tonight to follow behind him. he was just walking to clear his head, so maybe he could sleep some, and there he is – that strange fellow from the alleyway, talking that nonsense about ‘targets’ and ‘missions’. he’d been warned away, been threatened with unemployment (jinhwan still gets a good laugh about that), but he’d be damned if he’s going to just be scared away. fuck that, sir.

so he finds himself following after, and he’s not really sneaky, because he wants to be, but because it’s something that’s built into him, from back on jeju when he’d sneak in, out, and around his own goddamn house. never a moment’s peace from stares or whispers from his own fucking parents. it’s just habit now – sneak, tip toe, make as little noise as possible, and don’t get caught. avoid those judgmental looks.

he stops when the mysterious guy stops, pausing and listening. he’s speaking into a headset? maybe a phone, but that’s irrelevant right now. it’s what he’s saying that draws jinhwan’s interest.

—— ‘mission. no, lost the target.’

missions and targets again, what the fuck even is up with this guy? oh, if jinhwan finds out this is some elaborate role-playing game or some shit, he’s going to make sure the guy’s in the fucking hospital for three goddamn weeks.

@kgjunho

     the annoyance from a few days ago is still fresh in junho's mind, not only the fact that the mission was a failure that day, but there’s yet another red alarm — a civilian asking questions. the boy unveiled to be quite argumentative as well, hard to persuade, which only managed to piss the agent even further. his task in mind was to finish the mission successfully, without any bumps alongside the road, and the other's presence could certainly endanger the entirety of it. and if he is feeling particularly dramatic, it can go as far as putting the agency at risk. they are a secretive organization after all, and if the civilian poses a big enough threat, he would need to be taken care of — which is something junho doesn't want to happen.

     the day's task doesn't end that well either, a too protective bodyguard saw him walking around, and junho's perfectly sure that he's being tailed. he murmurs “mission. no, lost the target." into his earpiece, which gets a grumble as a response. he hates it just as much, that it continues to drag on and on without any proper leads. junho takes his job seriously, and the fact that there are two failures in a row fills him with disappointment, and urge to get better the next time. first things first, however, he needs to get rid of his tail, which shouldn't be much of a problem. the bodyguard is good, he'll give him that, it's been around ten minutes now that he has been following junho, but the agent knows how to throw him off. before he goes on with that plan, however, he can't hear the footsteps anymore, nor see the black silhouette out of his perimeter. confused and unsure, he slows his steps down, pretends to get a message before turning on his heel.

“Lunch? Ah…I’m not really in the mood to eat,” Joohyun frowned. She hardly had enough energy to keep her head up and the thought of food was anything other than welcoming. “I’m fine Junho, I’m fine, really,” she insisted, but it was as though her words fell on deaf ears as Junho’s worried expression watched her and he asked her questions, trying to determine what was wrong with her. 

The feeling of his hand against her forehead resulted in her letting out a sigh and her closing her eyes for a moment. His hands felt cold….or perhaps it was her that was cold? Whatever the reason was, it felt nice against her skin.

“Since…this morning?” she sighed, offering a small smile as she admitted that she wasn’t exactly at 100%. “I’m just….tired and….my throat is a little sore, but that’s it, really, I’m fine Junho, you don’t need to worry about me, go on your lunch and eat, you need to it,” she insisted, trying to gently push the boy towards the door but he didn’t budge and her fingers merely brushed against him.

The look in his eyes broke her heart and Joohyun felt awful for making him worry so much. She also couldn’t help but think how wonder he was as well and how sweet. He cared so deeply and worried so much about her and it warmed Joohyun’s heart and made her happy. 

“Okay,” she said softly, nodding and agreeing to go with him. “I think I need some rest…and the last thing I need is to get everyone on this floor sick. Let me get my things and we’ll go,” she nodded and stood up, her hands firmly on the desk trying to steady herself before moving to where her jacket and purse hung and grabbing them and quickly putting them on. “Lets go.”

     her replies made him even more worried, the expression on his face turning into a full frown, concern filling his eyes. it didn't sound good at all — and it sent a pang through his chest that joohyun had been feeling like this the whole day. and from her words, it was possible that she had been feeling under the weather longer than that. the weak push that came his way did nothing to falter his stance, and junho shook his head at the offer. there was no way he was leaving her alone after this — he suspected that she'd continue working and make it a whole lot worse than it was now.

       junho was ready to try to convince her further, but then her confirmation came and he let out a breath. upsetting a sick joohyun was the last thing he wanted, so he was glad his words had managed to get to her. "i'll take good care of you i promise — let's head to my place, i stocked up the other day." he might need to get some extra medication if she got worse, but still, he was confident he could do it quickly while she slept.

      when he saw joohyun sway on her feet, he quickly jumped into action, holding her arm to steady her. due to the fear of upsetting her further, he didn't comment on it, but it was probably easy to see that he was truly worried. it could have been worse than he thought, but he decided to wait it out for a while before calling a doctor. he wasn't too sure joohyun would be up to getting professional help right away. "yes, let's." with a small nod, he gave her a reassuring smile before heading to the garage with her. he was careful about being close in case she felt dizzy again, but kept himself from putting a hand on her arm. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable either.

( ... )

“i’m sorry you’ve been lied to, i know it’s one of the worst things a person can do to another. especially if they care about them. i’m sorry you’ve had to go through all this.” he threads his fingers through junho’s hair over and over. slowly, carefully, comfortingly. “but you are not an idiot. you were young, you believed people who should have been honest to you and they were not. that is not on you, that is on them.” the movement becomes almost automatic now, fingers brushing the younger male’s scalp in soothing motions.

“if you want, i will help you try and find out exactly what happened and why,” he promises in a soft voice. “but for now i’m here, you’re not alone. you don’t have to go through this on your own.”

     he feels lighter as the words fall from his lips, but it comes with a price — as the burden slowly lifts from his shoulders, he feels vulnerable, as if the shield is gone and he's left with what he has been keeping hidden for so long. although he trusts jun the most, it's still hard, hard to open up after all those years, and it's even more difficult with what life throws at him so suddenly. his hands press into his eyes, and tears fall down freely, his frame threatening to shake as he begins to break apart. junho's modus operandi has always been to act alone, keep whatever it is hidden — the colder you were, the less you gave away, the less you got hurt. jun isn't anyone else however, and he knows he made the right choice to tell him about these things, mostly for junho’s own sake than anything else.

     as his own fall down to his lap, gentle hands wipe away the tears, and junho's hit with shame, for being fooled, for letting things get so far without doing anything. he should have done something anything  — and he looks up unsurely, only to meet jun's tender gaze. with the endless kindness the older has shown him, junho's still blown away by it sometimes, the briefest of moments when his mind is filled with his own sorrow. he's grateful — for more than he can ever put into words, and shortly after that he's pulled into a hug. he holds the other tight as he buries his face in his shoulder, tears beginning to soak his shirt. his hands quickly clutch the back of jun's shirt as he silently cries.

     he lets himself be comforted, and does his best to believe in what jun is saying. he's guilty about it all — it's not a secret anymore, he is used to blaming himself for many things, all of which revolve around his parents' death. and even though he had managed to convince himself that there was nothing he could do before — now he knows that's a lie. he could have done, no — he should have done something about the culprit. he isn't the child he was over ten years ago. he's an agent, he's supposed to be strong, powerful, not the eleven-year-old who was tied down to a chair. there is no rope binding him down, and it's him and him only who has foolishly believed that case was closed and shut. to learn that it isn't, that's a jarring experience, shaking him from the core. and it's jun who grounds him, the pair of arms around his frame, and the comforting words that are spoken into his ear.

     he listens, quietly, his head tucked into jun's chest, waiting for the tears to end. it feels safe — perhaps the most safe he ever felt in someone's presence. junho doesn't crumble apart, there are no theatrical sobs that leave his chest, he does not follow the urge to throw things around and put his fist through walls. maybe he would, to try to forget it all, drink himself to the point of forgetting everything, pick up fights to lose. but that's not what he does, and he's grateful to jun for being there, when he feels so lost and unsure, the only solace he has is the warmth that jun provides, knowing that there's someone there that still cares. that perhaps he won't be alone ever again.

     after he feels ready, he pulls back, giving the older a shaky nod. it's was the irrational, emotional side of him that threatens to take control, convincing him of things that were less than the truth. and although the guilt is still in the mix, it doesn't cloud his thoughts completely. "thank you." is what falls from his lips the first, because he's thankful, forever will be. for everything jun has done and is doing for him. his hands reach forward to take jun's in his, giving it a tight squeeze. "thanks so much, jun." the words are filled with emotion, and junho's glad he doesn't tear up again.

     a moment or two passes while his eyes are focused on the intertwined hands, then he looks up, determined as he speaks. "i — i want to do something about it. i have to do something about it. i don't know what yet — but i — i'll only feel like they are at peace if i do so." it's that irrational side again, he knows, he knows that dead people don't have wishes, and he isn't even sure if he believes in life after death. but although junho has always tried to hide it, he's a sentimentalist at heart, still deeply rooted to his past in ways he wishes he could forget it all. the only difference this time, is that he's speaking to jun, there's no need to hide it, not like he does with everyone else.

                                                        CHOI JUNHO ( @kgjunho ) | FIELD AGENT

K I N G S M A N  |  [EXO AU]

“The London complex is compromised. They’re going to hunt us down– one by one.”

“Let them. We’ll be ready.”

Joohyun wasn’t sure what she had expected to happen next after her conversation with Junho, but she was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to want to spend more and more time with her. 

Not that she minded this, of course. She welcomed his company and it seemed to become like a routine with her seeing Junho frequently (or as frequently as their work allowed them to see each other) and keeping in touch through texts and calls.

Joohyun had woken up that morning feeling rather groggy, but she brushed it off as something that happened due to a lack of sleep and surely, after a cup of coffee she would feel better.

Of course, the coffee didn’t seem to help much and Joohyun was moving much slower than usual (or at least, she felt as though she were) and she didn’t leave her office unless she absolutely needed to, dreading having to actually move and for a moment, she wondered how she would get home. She could always call Wei, or she could simply spend the night in her office. Both were good options and she tried not to think about it too much as she continued to work.

At some point, while typing up reports and filing through emails, Joohyun’s memory seemed to fade and go black and the next thing she knew, she heard a familiar voice speaking to her and calling her name.

It took a moment or two for Joohyun to realize she had fallen asleep at her desk (which was a bad idea because now she felt even worse). “I’m not sick,” she responded, sitting upright and seeing Junho in front of her, concern and worry written all over his features. “I’m fine, I’m fine, I just…didn’t sleep well. I’m fine Junho,” she tried to assure him, although it was obvious she was anything but fine. “What are you doing here?”

     his worry had spiked up easily, even more so after seeing how long it took for joohyun to get coherent enough to realize her surroundings. the attempt at easing his concerns, of course, did no good at all — probably just the opposite. "that's exactly what a sick person would say —" he countered easily, though tried to make it sound as soft as possible. chiding her at such a moment wasn't something he wanted to do now, or ever.

     "i was going to ask you out to lunch but — you are not fine joohyun-noona." and with that, he took a step forward, putting the back of his hand on her forehead. the unusual warmth proved that she was possibly having a fever, but junho also needed to know more. "how long have you been feeling under the weather ? do you have a runny nose — a sore throat perhaps ? anything other than that ?"

     joohyun was someone he cared about and loved deeply, and seeing her in such a state put his mind into somewhat of a frenzy / mission mode, going through the options, trying to obtain all the information before he tried to decide if they should go to a hospital or whether he could care for her at home.

To anyone watching these two right now, they would think they had just found two kids left alone with a 100 dollar bill in a candy shop. There was so much excitement and joy on their faces at the sight of each other and Sehun was glad that someone familiar was here.

“No, for the law firm that this building is known for,” he teased. “Of course for Kingsman! I’ve been one since…I was a teenager? I trained in Japan, though, so I was there this whole time until recently,” he explained, glad that at least, with this one person, Sehun could be honest without fearing about the repercussions of his actions. 

“I’m a tech specialist,” he said, holding his arms out as though the answer was obvious even though it was not. “What about you? If you’re a tech specialist too I swear, I’m going to shit myself out of excitement.” A rather graphic comment to make, but he was sure Junho got the point of his words. “It’s fine, I’m not upset, you’re not upset…we both know the rules. We did what we had to do,” he said, giving his friend a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah? Did…you lose anyone? You sure you didn’t get hurt? I may not have seen your face all that often but I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me. Is everything good with you?”

    "oh shut up —" junho grinned at the teasing, shaking his head. it was still hard to wrap his mind around the fact that sehun was also an agent for so long, and that he had no idea about it at all. he knew about the secrecy, of course, he did, but that didn't change the fact that he was still so, so surprised. knowing that sehun trained in japan did explain a lot to why they hadn't stumbled into each other yet though, and albeit late, he was so glad that they did.

    the huge grin on his face didn't falter, another laugh leaving his lips at the comment. "sorry to burst your bubble— i'm special ops and infiltration. field work is more my scene." he loved the adrenaline, the rush and being so powerful out there. he couldn't stop being surprised when he learned sehun was a tech agent, however. "i didn't know you were a techie — i'm so far away from it, you have no idea."

     he nodded at the reassurance, offering him a softer smile. "i know, of course — i’ve been a part of kingsman for the past six years. seven if you count the training." his whole life was kingsman, it was what he devoted himself to, what he loved. to see his dear friend just as into it made him truly happy.

( ... )

“they meant a lot to me. i needed some… time adjusting to the fact that they’re gone.” he breathes out a sigh, reaches out a hand again to brush the back of his fingers over junho’s face ever so softly. “i’m sorry. for not being here for you.” his lips curl into an ever so small smile - but it’s genuine and that’s something he hasn’t been able to say in a while. his hand falls away from junho’s cheek again, only to reach for the younger male’s hand.

“i’m here now, baby.”

     as he feels that familiar pair of arms wrap around him, there's a smile spreading across his face no matter the circumstances that puts them there — he was so worried, still is- the fear of never having that old jun back still lingers fresh in his mind, how empty the older was, a mere shell that moved and slept but still looked so wrong. it was frightening and although physical closeness was always there in the last few days, this still feels different. warmth fills his chest as jun plants a gentle kiss in his hair, so gentle that a part of junho fights not to break down right there, in jun's arms, the only place that ever felt like home. he might have gone through hell in the last few weeks, but so has jun — and he couldn't be more grateful that they're there, that jun's there — that he hasn't gone anywhere like everyone has.

     he pulls back eventually, though they are still comfortably close, and junho basically melts when jun takes a hold of his face. junho doesn't know how he looks, he was asleep a few minutes ago, and he doesn't need to look at a mirror to know it's not his best moment — he feels like he has aged so much, feeling pained and vulnerable — both of those things he had promised himself to never be ever again. however he isn't uncomfortable showing those as he would be anywhere else, this is jun — and if he's going to open up to anyone, it's going to be him.

     right then though, junho's mind is clouded with worry over the other. he needs to know what happened, if there's something else he missed — and for once, he's glad to know jun will tell him the whole truth, or at least some part of himself. the words that fall from jun's lips hurt, the fact that yongguk's and jitae's departure affected him as well, and so badly. junho doesn't know what went on with jun and those two, but it's not hard to understand it was something jun cared about greatly, and that's all that matters.

    "hey — no, don't be sorry- you were here." an apology isn't what he expects or wants, not at a time like this, not when jun absolutely did nothing wrong. he never thinks jun should put him first nevertheless, and when he himself is so hurt, junho doesn't want jun to worry about him. "and there's nothing wrong with taking some time. i just — i was just worried- you - you were —" he doesn't know how to continue, so shrugs instead, averting his gaze before he takes one of jun's hands in his and holds it tight. there's great emotion in both his features and his words when he speaks. "i'm just glad you are here. you were here these past days too, i knew that. i just —" he struggles for words before continuing, it feels so vulnerable to say it out loud, but he has to. "thank you for not leaving — and... please tell me if there's anything i can do."

     he knows the topic is going to come to him soon, due to the fact he has this gigantic burden on his shoulders that's too easy to see for jun. there's a lot in his chest that has built up, one hit after the other, and while he's unsure if it's selfish of him to talk about them then, he also knows jun will want to know, and telling him the truth is the least he can do. it's tough, especially since he doesn't know where to start — it's a long story, he needs to explain jun his past, how he got where he is now. and while jun might know bits and pieces, there's this whole story junho didn't talk about yet. he evades his gaze for a moment, trying to muster the courage to start.

     "uh there's some things i need to tell you first, about my childhood. i was raised by mom— my father wasn't around much, but he started showing up once in a while when i was around eight, maybe nine. first birthdays, then it got more frequent, sometimes he was there for weeks, then a huge gap for a few months. on one night, when he was there — some- some guys broke in—" his sole attention is on jun's hand now, absentmindedly playing with his fingers, unable to look up as he feels himself beginning to choke up. everything came to light so quickly, after so many years spent thinking all of it was left behind. the memories are fresher than ever now, and they hurt, daggers dragging through the healed scars.

    "these men — bound us to chairs and they- they tortured them both, in front of me. then there was a fire — and i woke up in a hospital. there's bits of pieces there, i remember their screams- the man's voice — a ring with a symbol on it —" his hold tightens, his eyes getting wetter. and he hates himself from still getting so wound up over it. "they told me it was a normal fire when i woke up, that what i had seen wasn't real, that i was making it up. i — i didn't know. for a long time i wasn't sure either, but as i grew old, i knew it wasn't something my mind could conjure up so easily."

    "foster care wasn't so welcoming to a problematic child so i was in an orphanage until i could leave myself — then after a few months, kingsman shows up on my doorstep. i learn my dad was an agent - and it wasn't my imagination after all." it sounds bitter falling from his lips, and he still can't bring himself to look up, one hand going up to wipe the tears before they can fall down. "i thought it was all in the past you know ? that there was nothing i can do — until i — learned something new, stumbled into a picture in one of the files." 

wei grins brightly when junho laughs, glad that at least his comment managed to do that for the other male. because that was its intention, of course, making sure the other person would laugh, breaking through the awkwardness of smalltalk with someone you don’t really know what to say to, perhaps. maybe wei’s trying too hard to be liked in this agency, or maybe that’s just who he is.

he nods his head to when junho says he barely made it out of high school, even though wei didn’t even get that far. but the sentiment is the same and so he’s not going to try and nitpick the other’s words.

“ah, yes,” he agrees when junho next tries to get him to think of things he’s good at. he doesn’t think he’s stupid, doesn’t think he’s useless. after all; he’s made a living off of his skills for most of his life. the only reason there has been food in his mouth and money in his pocket for the last couple of years had been the way he worked himself into a good position.

and now that position has shifted to him being part of an international agency with lots of people in their employ and a paycheck he’ll be able to live as a king off if he keeps it up for a little while longer. no, he’s definitely not complaining.

“i’m good at what i do.” is his simple reply, the korean coming easy for once because it’s such a simple sentence. but sometimes truth can be stated in the simplest of terms - and understood best like that as well. “infiltration,” he clarifies just in case junho is not entirely sure what exactly he means with it.

then he lifts his chopsticks with another portion of food in them and grins easily. “and eating.” beaming a bright smile at the male opposite of him, he shrugs his shoulders lightly. “is good enough for me.” and with that, he puts the next bite of food into his mouth to continue eating his lunch.

     there's a smile on his face as he listens, his eyes meeting wei's. the atmosphere feels light, and junho finds himself completely comfortable around the other; as much as his instincts let him, as comfortable he can be with someone he doesn't know that much. even that in mind, there's a smile on his face, one that is genuine — perhaps wei has that effect because he is known to be uptight at best, and annoyingly cold at worst when it comes to other people. it feels nice as he takes a sip of his drink, leaning back momentarily as wei explains what he's good at.

     "yes, of course — one of my two specialities exactly that too. i'm better at special ops, but they aren't so far apart from each other i guess." he shrugs, he likes the thrill of both, the adrenaline that comes with it, strategic thinking, planning on the spot, not knowing what might happen next but being prepared for whatever can come. he loves his job, truly does, and being surrounded with people who are good at what they do, and like what they do is especially important when it comes to espionage.