NOTE: MORTAL KOMBAT IS OWNED BY THE CREATORS WHO MADE IT. NOR DO I OWN THE PICTURES AND YOU THE READER(S). (Only stating this for safety so, apologies if it gets repetitive. Anyways onto the description!)
This is basically a male reader insert, wit...
(A/n: Some ages will be switched around for the sake of the story.)
(2 years later)
Somewhere in a restaurant within the depths of ... Detroit. Two males entered. One that had long blonde hair, had tanned skin, was around 5'10 and was wearing a black tank top with sage green military pants, and had grey combat boots.
The other was slightly shorter by a few inches, had a darker hair tone, and was pale than his partner, and is sporting a sage green military vest with pants, matching the color, and grey combat boots. The two males were looking around the room before moving off to the side (in opposite directions) to reveal another person.
This person had darker skin and hair, appears to be 35 years old and stood around 6'4. Plus he was very well built and is (sort of) wearing similar attire as the other males.
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(Something like this. Minus the gloves, and the armor on his biceps. Replaced with a brown bomber jacket.)
He took out a cigarette from his pants pocket then a lighter to ignite the thing. He inhaled before exhaling shortly before saying.
???#1: "Have any of you guys seen a male with h/c, h/l, s/c with one e/c and is around 6'0?" The man with the cigar said in a deep, authoritative tone.
It was then someone coughed out loudly, gaining a lot of attention. Everyone looked towards a booth with a figure seated with their leg on the table counter and a beer bottle on the table, wearing dark blue jeans, a leather jacket, a light sky blue shirt, with a brown stetson hat covering his face.
The figure: " Yeah, I did." The figure said in a deep voice while taking a sip of his drink before placing it down on the table. "I saw him...somewhere on my way here." He continued.
The male from before went to the booth and sat on the opposite side. With the other two men following behind, sitting behind the booth. The man then said.
???#1: "...Where did you say you saw him?" He asked the man with the stetson hat. Who hasn't revealed his face yet.
The figure: "I'll tell you stranger. But first, I would like to know your name." He said.
Jax: "Jax Briggs. Part of the Special Forces." He answered.
The figure: "Special Forces, huh?" He said before taking a sip. "It must be important if you are trying to find this fella." He finished.
Jax: "It is. There's been rumors going around that he faced crime syndicates like Black Dragon and Red Dragon." He said
Figure: "Really now? And I take it he lost, since some of their members are the kind you shouldn't mess with." He said, taking another sip. "Then, again if that were the case, we wouldn't be haven't this conversation."
Jax: "...No. No we wouldn't." He said suspiciously as he stretched backwards before getting close to the figure. "And I reckon, you know more about him than you say you do." He finished as he backed out.
