Ok, ok, ok. He had to do this now, before he exploded— we need some context up in here, ok. So, when Ethan got briefed about the Prague mission, he met you, a fellow IMF agent— and he didn’t believe in the concept of love at first sight, but it was definitely a tingle at first sight. That became straight up, full blown, crazy fucking love.

That’s the short version.

Luther had told him to ‘go get ‘em’ and he did just that, getting a cab, sprinting down your street and now knocking frantically on your door until he realised that he had zero clue what to say. That ‘hey, we’ve known each other for six months but I’m crazy for you’? Yeah, that sounded alright. Right?

Why was it taking so long for you to answer? Did you know what he was here about, weren’t into him and thinking of making an excuse that he’s practically put a ring on his work? Yes? No? Luther would probably smack him over the head for being such a shitting idiot, he realised, just cool it.

“Oh, holy shit.” The chuckle that left his mouth when he saw you open the door, along with the slight voice crack— ugh, that made him want to melt and erase this from your memory. Maybe that’s for the best, save second hand embarrassment.

Why were you so pretty? “Hey— hey, {{user}}.” That was the easy part, now the hard part, where Ethan had to stop his brain shutting off at the sight of you. By the looks of it, it was already starting, and fuck, he was usually a smoother talker than this, you did things to him. I’m into you.

That’s all he had to say.