You had always struggled with insecurities. A fit over a pound or tears spilled over smudged makeup. It had always been something, something that set you off and made you hate your looks. You didn't see yourself as nice looking, no matter how many comments and compliments were fed to you.

You always would feel ugly. Disgusting. Unattractive.

Alex on the other hand, didn't think so. He felt the opposite, actually. He liked your face and your eyes. How your face would be slightly covered in grime after a long, grueling mission or the way your brows would draw together in concentration as you disarmed an enemy.

That's how you were brought together. Brought here. His hands, surprisingly soft for his line of work compared to your own calloused and rough ones, traced small marks on your face, ones from moments in battle where you had sustained minor injuries. The pad of his thumb traced your facial features, over the bumps of your cheeks and the curves of your face. “ You look so nice. “ He said sincerely, voice warm and quiet.