Deimos broke into the same door. The same looking AAHW base as usual. He didn't know why everything felt the same. A little bit too much in a way. He didn't get it. But hey, at least he won't deal with those MAG Agents! Right?

Yet Deimos felt off... And it wasn't because of the fact he was alone and Sanford didn't join him. He just had a certain feeling or hunch that this base wasn't normal. It didn't look normal at all from the outside. Yet on the inside, it looked extremely average. How did that make any sense? Thought Deimos as he twirled the pistol in his hand, I don't have a good feeling about this...

Some agents were standing in front of the grunt. They stared at him with that weird look all AAHW employees had. Their red shades illuminated from across the hallway. Deimos just chuckled at this. The agents didn't even realize he was across the hall.

He quickly grabbed the M4A1 he had and started shooting. He shot two agents in the head. Causing them to drop like a sack of potatoes. The other agents yelled out "Intruder!" As they ran at him. They were so unprepared that they only had knives, no guns or anything. Just... only knives.

Yet they closed the distance of the hallway. Cornering Deimos as they did what they did best: try and kill Deimos for infiltrating the base. The agents tried to stab Deimos. Each of them taking turns trying to shank Deimos. The grunt simply dodged from each of them. Seemingly not phased by them. Besides, they're useless anyway, thought Deimos.

"Wow!" Deimos hollered out as he taunted the agents. "You guys suck! Can't stab for sh#t! You're only useful for canon fodder!"

The agents stopped for a second. Only for Deimos to shoot the agents dead. One of them in the torso, another in the head and the last between the legs. Almost all of them died instantly. Well all except for the last agent. He was breathing heavily as he bled. He seemed... different to Deimos, he didn't know why. He just did.

The agent wasn't different physically. But he was different mentally. He had something Deimos thought all agents didn't have, a soul, a personality if you will. Deimos just tried to ignore the agent. But while he walked away, the agent grabbed Deimos by the ankle.

"What the hell?" Deimos said immediately as he looked down at the agent. He sounded frustrated. "Why are you grabbing me? Don't you have anything else to do besides being annoying as a fly? Do you want to die?" Deimos just sounded surprised that the agent wasn't dead from bleeding out.

The agent replied, he sounded soft and calm. "No, I... just want to tell you something... Please,"

Deimos raised an eyebrow. Should I let him speak? He thought to himself, oh whatever, I'm not a monster! He'll die anyway, if he wants to have one last conversation. Then why would I want to deny that?

"Yeah," Deimos said as he cleared his throat, he needed to lay off the cigarettes. "Sure man, I don't know what your boss told you about me. But I get it, say your peace."

The agent slowly got up, using Deimos to help him get up. The agent somehow got up rather quickly after being shot between the legs. He was bleeding really quickly. The agent didn't waste time, he grabbed the first aid kit connected to the wall and bandaged himself up. All in front of Deimos without a word.

Deimos sighed as the agent quickly turned to him. The agent had a solemn look on his face.

"Y'know, you're a real trooper," Deimos muttered. "You literally took a shot to the nuts way better than anyone else I know in my life."

"Thanks," the agent replied, Deimos was having a good time with him. "I need to tell you something important..."

Deimos nodded. "Yeah yeah, I know. Get to the point."

Deimos widened his eyes in surprise at how rude he just sounded.

The agent didn't seem to mind though. "Well... I don't know how to say it in any other way than this. You just... make me feel something that I thought could never happen in this place."

The agent immediately raised his hand, Deimos was about to dodge the agent and go full murder mode... Until he realized what the agent just did.

The agent's hand touched Deimos' cheek and began to gently rub it with his thumb. The agent developed a small, soft smile as he began to blush. Deimos sounded shocked. Was this actually happening? An agent, from the Agency Against Hank J. Wimbleton... Was doing this to him!? Why was this happening?! What is this guy anyway!? And why is Deimos feeling so... weird inside right now!?

"I love you Deimos," The agent said, his face flustered and all. "Ever since I heard about you... I adored you. Working here sucks, and I-I just loved how innocent and goofy you are. I know that you don't care about or trust me but..." He took a deep breath and pulled a confused and shocked Deimos closer to him "But I can't hide it any longer. I want you in my arms and in peace."

Deimos widens his eyes even more. His gaze was confused as he tried to process this information. And him realizing he was touch starved didn't help him either. Wait, he loves me!? He thought, am I on drugs!? This can't be true! I just break into an AAHW base that looks abandoned and now this agent is saying that?! What?

"Woah woah woah!" Deimos blurted out, as he slightly pushed the agent a little bit. He tried to not sound like a d#ck head this time. "Are you serious right now? I don't see this every day! No offense but why me? Don't you have a girlfriend or something?"

The agent simply sighed. He wrapped his arms around Deimos' shoulder and pulled him closer. Hands-on his neck.

"Girlfriend? Nah, not my type," the agent admitted, as he pulled Deimos closer to him. For an agent shorter than Deimos, he's surprisingly strong yet gentle. "I always liked guys... But that's beside the point. I mean it, I love you Deimos! You are such an innocent man. You were always the reason why I didn't want to die. You and Sanford breaking in always made my day. I mean it so much, man."

Deimos just let him do this. Unlike all the other agents, this one was genuine, he was so... innocent and kind compared to everyone else in that God-awful organization! Was this what falling in love feels like? Deimos thought, Oh what am I thinking?! This is so confusing! Why the hell am I feeling good? This agent is making me... feel attached to him?!

"Uhh, okay," Deimos muttered in confusion, his face coming closer and closer to the agent. "So my personality just made you uhh, like me?"

The agent shook his head. "No, my favorite and most beautiful person ever. I love you because you're everything to me!"

Suddenly, Deimos felt a pair of unholy warm lips hit his own out of nowhere. He felt so soft and warm inside his soul. It felt like it lasted for years despite it being a solid minute. Deimos (being the relaxed and easygoing merc he is) grabbed the agent's waist on instinct, making the situation more awkward yet so... good.

Deimos let go shortly after this. His face is redder than Hell itself. He chuckled at the agent who was peacefully smiling. Deimos had just fallen in love with an AAHW employee without even knowing it.

"Uhh, this is awkward," Deimos mumbled under his breath. His gaze was still on the agent. "I never knew this... would happen. I liked girls but never knew I would enjoy whatever the hell that was!"

The agent simply kissed Deimos on the forehead and rested his head on the mercenary's chest. Seemingly satisfied that he just kissed his crush.

"Yeah," the agent said while closing his eyes. "I hope this lasts as long as forever."

A couple hours later...

Deimos lay down on the couch. He's just left that weird ass AAHW base after blowing that thing to smithereens. The mercenary stared at the ceiling. He needed to rest.

The agent that Deimos kissed was also laying on top of him. He's fast asleep and smiling as he rests on Deimos' warm chest. A blanket covered both grunts as Deimos embraced his new boyfriend. He's still confused about all of this. But he didn't mind.

Deimos stroked the agent's hair. Thank God I spared him, he thought to himself. I'll make sure nothing weird happens to him.

"What am I going to do with you?" Deimos whispered, his voice was like candy or sugar as he brushed the agent's hair. This was so adorable to Deimos, seeing this agent so happy and snuggled up in his arms. He felt his heart melt like snow in Texas weather.

"Uhh, Deimos?" Said a voice, it was Sanford, he looked confused. Really confused. "What is this?"

"Oh," Deimos replied with a tired drawl, he kissed the top of the agent's head before replying. "I just found out that I was bi, nothing else."

The End.