Taking shelter from a sandstorm that had struck Manama, NAME_1 and NAME_2, two mercenaries that obviously don't like each other, bond.
NAME_1 is a cynical, pessimistic NAME_3. NAME_2 is a hotheaded, serious Croatian woman. People already knew that they would be in hot water, but oddly, they never even tried to kill each other, even when they're at their most vulnerable.
Recently, they bonded in Japan and though they seem to respect each other, they're still in hot water. So, when they're alone together again in a deserted motel from the sandstorm, both had no choice but to spend time with each other and try not to escalate it to the point of severe hostility.
"You know, NAME_1..." NAME_2 began, her voice unusually soft and...comforting. "I must admit. When I was around you, I feel...safer. As if nothing else matters."
NAME_1 sighed as he got a cold beer. "Likewise. I felt that you, too, feel safe with me. As if you have no worries about being attacked while you're with me."
NAME_2 chuckled. It sounds so oddly adorable to NAME_1. There's something more than he thought when he met this usually angered Croatian mercenary.
"To think that an actual douchebag is the least, well..rapey guy I have ever met..." NAME_2 remarked with a chuckle. "And I mean that in a good way."
NAME_1 couldn't help but laugh at her sense of humor, or the fact that she actually did acknowledge that he is a douchebag.
"Oui..." NAME_1 said through his native language, French. "And a refresher for me to actually meet a genuine person. Though that's probably because I've been antagonistic on everyone I meet."
NAME_2 smiled. "As well as me. I guess we're both full of negativity. And you're more of a cynic."
NAME_1 just nodded.
They both sat there, waiting for the sandstorm outside to end. NAME_1 feels thirsty and he has his eye on the beer NAME_2 was drinking from. But she has never seen his face before. But he doesn't have a choice.
NAME_1 places both of his hands onto the helmet he's wearing and takes it off, revealing his facial features for the first time for NAME_2 to see. He appears to have brown hair, light brown eyes and a really handsome face fitting for a NAME_3.
NAME_2 was rather flabbergasted. She can't even look away and she feels her cheeks glow red.
"What? I do look ugly, don't get me wrong." NAME_1 asked as he gently placed his helmet on the floor.
"No...you're not ugly at all..." NAME_2 said.
NAME_1 stared at her and then gave a short, dry laugh. "But I do look like an asshole, oui?"
"Yes, you l