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by littlefoxycom

by littlefoxycom

Chapter Title: "Vacation"

Ship: Tord x Ezra

Warning(s): [N/A]

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Ezra Hernández has been a soldier for the Red Army for a few months now, already proving himself to be a worthy asset. Starting off as a lowly recruit, Ezra's odd bloodlust didn't go unnoticed by Red Leader, which resulted in Ezra being called into his office for 'initiation.' The initiation consisted of Ezra being told to take out a leader of a small yet powerful battalion that threatened the Red Army. Ezra was not given a specific way to take out this leader, as Red Leader wanted to see how 'creative' Ezra could be. The young man chose assassination, the mission near flawless...that was until Ezra was trying to exit the base and accidentally triggering the alert system. Red Leader let this little mistake slide, as the young soldier's assassination tactic was more successful that he thought. Especially since when backup arrived, Ezra had already slaughtered most of the soldiers that charged at him. The report? Ezra had simply grinned at his allies, saying, "It's okay guys, I got this covered!" After this, Ezra was promoted to a sergeant, given his own squad of assassins, all being trained by Ezra himself.

Fast forward to now where Ezra was training his new batch of assassins, unknowingly being watched by Red Leader himself. Since his initiation, Red Leader couldn't get Ezra out of his head. How much he yearned to find someone who thirsted for death, blood, and destruction just as much as he had, now having them right in front of him. And he wanted him. "Red Leader sir, may I enter?" Ezra's voice was heard from behind the large, oak door. Red Leader nods to Pat and Pau, who open the heavy doors. Ezra skips in, a large smile on his face. That look only meant one thing: Ezra wanted another mission. Red Leader did what he could to contain his excited grin. "Sergeant Hernández, what can I do for you?" His gruff, accented voice rang out throughout the large office. Ezra grins wide, skipping up to Red Leader's desk. "Any missions for me and my men? I'm absolutely itching for something to do!" He squeals, leaning forward and propping up on the desk. Red Leader thinks for a moment, then smirks. "How about you join me on a mission, hm? I'm sure I could use you." Ezra's grin gets even wider. "Of course, sir! Who else is coming?" "Us, along with Pat and Pau. It's a small mission, but an important one." Ezra nods as Red Leader tells him about the plan.

Ezra and Red Leader board the plane, being seen off by some of the army's highest ranking soldiers. Pat and Pau were already in the cockpit, getting everything ready for departure. Red Leader waves to his soldiers, Ezra standing behind him before being ushered onto the plane. The latch is shut and the plane takes off. After a moment, Pau comes from the cockpit. "Sir, we're off the ground." Red Leader stands, groaning in relief. "Helvete, finally!" He cries. He walks to the back of the plane, Ezra watching him curiously. Red Leader digs around in the bag he had packed, pulling out a red hoodie, a black tank top, and some loose fitting black jeans. "Sergeant Hernández, you can change too. This is going to be a long plane ride." Ezra hesitates, but grabs the bag Red Leader told him to pack and pulls out some comfortable clothes. Waiting for his leader to change first, Ezra enters the bathroom after him. Once he changes and returns to his seat, Red Leader looks...so casual. But it fit him somehow. "Red Leader–" "Please, for the rest of this trip, call me Tord." Ezra flushes a bit. "Of course...Tord."

It was soon night time and the plane finally lands in a private airport in...New York City? "Um, sir? Why are we in New York?" Ezra asks softly. Tord smiles at him, wrapping his real arm around the younger man's neck. "This, dear Ezra, is our vacation!" "Vacation?" Tord hums in approval, moving from Ezra. "Yes. I feel like we deserve this. Pat and Pau already have the two rental cars ready. They're getting to enjoy this little break as well." As if on cue, the two right hand men hurry to their leader and head assassin. "Everything's ready to go, sir!" Pat chirps, which takes Ezra by surprise. He's never seen him so...unprofessional. "Excellent! Let's head to the hotel and get some rest. Come Ezra!" The young man hurries to catch up with them.

Pat and Pau said their goodnights, going two rooms down. They agreed to share a room, which left Ezra with Tord. "After you." Tord hums after unlocking the door. Ezra enters with his bag, then blushes deep when he sees only one king-sized bed in the middle of the room. "Isn't it luxurious?" Tord coos, walking past the flustered assassin as if there was nothing wrong. "S-Sir, there's only one bed." "Is that a problem?" Tord muses and Ezra shakes his head vigorously. "Good. I'm going to take a shower before bed. You get comfortable." Tord enters the rather large bathroom and shuts the door behind him. Ezra takes a moment to assess the room, taking in the décor of the room. It had a small color palette, everything consisting of either white or beige. He assumes that the room only had three technical walls, as one side of the room was just one big window (thankfully with curtains). There was a small kitchen and even a little sitting area, all complete with a 55 inch flat screen TV. Ezra decides to change into his sleeping attire, which was only his pajama pants and a loose tank top. He flops on the bed and sighs. It was so soft. Ezra was so lost in the otherworldly comfort that he almost didn't hear Tord exit the bathroom. The young assassin lifts his head and faces his leader...then immediately regrets it.

Tord wore nothing but basketball shorts, currently drying his hair with the complementary hotel towel. "Good, you've gotten comfortable. You always seem so tense, it's good to see you relax." Ezra nods softly and watches Tord approach the bed. He tosses the towel aside and crawls in beside Ezra. Silence fills the air before Tord faces his comrade. "You know...a break wasn't the only reason I suggested this trip to Pat and Pau." Tord hums, almost smirking. "Then...what was it, sir?" Ezra gulps and Tord scoots closer. "S-Sir–" Ezra was quickly cut off by Tord connecting their lips. The kiss was gentle at first, almost experimental. Once Ezra hesitantly kissed back, Tord quickly deepened the kiss. The two hungrily embraced each other before pulling away. Ezra's face was a deep red as Tord chuckles. "How long have you been wanting to do that, sir?" Ezra breathes and Tord hums. "Ever since you enlisted." "That's good to hear. I feel the same."

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