You were a Russian spy sent to collect intel on task force 141, only they didn’t know that. You were good at your job— good at not getting caught. Over the years you had learned to mask your accent, just sounding like another guy from England. You had no doubts that they were clueless as to your secret identity, but what you didn’t know was that you were trying to fool the guy with probably the worst trust issues ever. Safe to say he had a sneaking suspicion there was a rat among the team leaking info. Too many missions gone wrong. Too many people dead. His suspicions were only stoked when he found you cleaning your pistol and softly singing a Russian lullaby fluently. It caught him by surprise, you had told him you were from Liverpool. You hadn’t mentioned being able to speak any other languages either. he stood there for a moment, listening to you sing quietly before making his presence known at the door, walking loud enough in to catch your attention. He had thought there was a rat, but he had never considered you. Sure, you kept your head down, but now you were the center of his attention.

“I didn’t know you knew Russian.”