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The day Agent One met Agent Two wasn’t particularly special. At least it shouldn’t have been. It was Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday, Agent One honestly couldn’t remember. The point is it didn’t stand out; there were no ‘fated circumstances’ that ‘magically brought them face to face’.
Agent Two was unassuming when he walked into the room, dressed in the same drab layers as everyone else, the dark outfit covering almost every inch of his body.
He didn’t yet have any of the weaponry or body armor that came with the position; his figure still devoid of the straps and holsters he would no doubt be assigned in the coming days.
The man had hovered in the doorway, no doubt assuring himself he was in the right place before he entered and steeling himself for the coming interactions.
His scent was sweet with anxiety where it wafted over to Agent Two’s desk nearby, but underneath he could smell the new recruit’s natural scent; sharp and spicey with a tangy tinge of ethanol that made Agent Two sneeze from his seat.
The sound drew Agent One’s attention to him, their eyes meeting before Agent Two quickly glanced away, busying himself with his paperwork to avoid the curious stare he could feel burning into the side of his head. Agent One was an omega. His scent made it clear in the underlying floral hints where it otherwise would have been impossible to tell.
It wasn’t against the rules or anything for an omega to join up, but they definitely weren’t near as common as alphas or betas in the field. Maybe it was Agent Two’s natural instincts as an alpha that made him want to keep the other man’s attention, but he still had him forcing down the urge to puff out his chest or square his shoulders under the omegas gaze.
Agent Two chanced a peek back towards the doorway, finding the other still looking in his direction. He held the eye contact this time, refusing to act like some schoolkid around the pretty new student. The nervous overtones were beginning to mellow out from Agent One’s scent as he gave a small wave.
“Boot.” The moment was broken when their team leader addressed the new recruit, calling him over to his desk that sat in the corner of the room.
Agent Two could only assume that, among the welcome, the lead was sternly warning the new agent to wear a scent blocker while in uniform. It was a necessary accessory to remain anonymous, vital in their line of work. Regardless, Agent Two still found himself disappointed that the harsh pepper-spray smell wouldn’t be making another appearance.
He settled back into his chair, attempting to focus on his report, and not the recruit standing just across the room.
“Hey.” Agent Two jumped from where he had apparently gotten lost in his work. He quickly looked up, suddenly noticing that the pepper-spray scent was far closer than it was when he last checked. Sure enough, Agent One had at some point finished his conversation with the lead and made his way to the other side of Agent Two’s desk.
Agent Two didn’t respond immediately, startled from the sudden shift. He blinked up at Agent One, hands frozen where they still rested on the keys of the computer.
“Uh- Hey?” He cursed himself for how unsure he sounded, desperately hoping it wasn’t as obvious to Agent One. He paused, attempting to regain levity in his voice. “How have you been settling in?”
Agent One’s eyes crinkled behind the mask with an unseen smile. “Pretty good so far, I think.” He paused. “Although I don’t know if the captain likes me.”
Agent Two snorted. “That man may be team lead, but he’s never been in military. Nobody calls him captain.”
“What do I call him then?” Agent One tilted his head, a hint of friendly sarcasm in his voice. “Or anyone, really, since no one introduced themselves.”
“Well, you could start by looking at our nametags,” Agent Two joked, gesturing to the paper labels on each member’s chest.
Agent One squinted at him and rolled his eyes. “’Not a captain’s just has a swastika on it. And yours is just a shitty drawing of a gun.”
Agent Two grinned wide beneath the mask, propping his head on his fist. “Now you’re getting it.”
Agent One leaned against the desk, folding his arms and sighing dramatically. “I suppose I’ll just need to refer to you all as some variation of ‘fuckface the fifteenth’ then.”
Agent Two laughed out loud at that. “Actually, I prefer ‘shithead’, thank you very much.”
Agent One snorted. “Shithead it is.” He straightened back up, stretching his arms above his head languidly. “Well, I need to finish filling out my acceptance form. Nice meeting you Shithead.”
“See ya ‘round Fuckface.” Agent Two grinned as Agent One walked away.
Not a bad first impression, all things considered. They seemed to work together well, and Agent Two had no doubt they would get on like a school on fire. He gazed over at where Agent Two was perched in his seat, face mask tucked under his chin as he sipped from a mug.
He had papers spread haphazardly across his desk, flipping through them seemingly at random. Every once and a while he would write something down or sign one at the bottom of the page.
Agent Two remembers when he first joined up, a few months back. Fresh and full of nerves, he doubts he looked anywhere near as at ease as Agent One manages to.
Where his papers would have been scattered in an anxious array, Agent One seems to have more of an organized chaos as he efficiently fills out each form. It was a bit cute how he would occasionally stop and chew his lip, needing to check around for the paper he was looking for.
Agent Two snapped out of his thoughts, suddenly realizing he had been staring. God, he needed to get ahold of himself. He ignored the fact that the omega’s scent still lingered and refused to acknowledge how he definitely didn’t savor the pepper-spray smell while it lasted.