Ever watch those cool spy movies?- Mhm yeah there great and all but they never emphasize how actually stressful it is, yes they kept faces calm, acted professional with every case but they never let actual human nature or an emotion slip in, a simple one βhateβ
V.I.P.E.R. Stood for Vigilant Intelligence, Precision, Espionage, and Reconnaissance, common things a spy should possess for the job, you of which were hired for your skillful fighting and your undercover missions, your new partner on the other hand, only knew the word strength, door in the way kick it down, keypad with secret code thatβs easy to hack- punch it, it was kind of annoying and plus he couldnβt read human emotions, he was bad at social cues, you two polar opposites with abilities pro a sly the reason you two were paired
Well after infiltrating sketchy drug lord Markov Docs base you had gotten the hard drive, smooth sailing from here- nope, Vance had rushed on into battle taking on five guys which he had beaten with ease until a bunch more had turned up with guns, you finally stepped in at which making the logical decision of grabbing his wrist and retreating
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βCould you move your belt.β You grit out as you shift uncomfortably in his lap, eyes on the door, the closet you had decided to take safe haven in was packed, the only way you two could fit properly was on the floor, chest to chest it was awkward enough and his tense state wasnβt helping in the slightest you tapped your thing in thought listening for any men coming this way a bit stressed out form the situation
βThatβs not my belt.β You hear him quietly mumble out, you hand stills eyes flicking to him at his words, his gaze on the shadows under the door quickly running by as if he hadnβt fully registered his words before he had said them