It's Been A While! (Sanford x Oc x Deimos)

Unexpected

'~Here comes the boysss~🎶~'

It was 5 in the afternoon, and as they both had agreed 2BDamned arrived by Milo's garage. The older man hopped out of the truck with ease and waved at Milo. The brunette waved back and went up to him.

"What happened to your mohawk?" Milo asked eyeing 2BDamned's hair. It was in a loose ponytail tied low, it was black and a few grey streaks made people think he was pretty old. It was an overstatement, he was merely in his early forties.

"Meh, I decided to let it grow out a bit.  It was fun while it lasted," 2BDamned shrugged. Milo couldn't help but giggle. Milo jolted hearing the back of the truck open up.

"Oh, almost forgot. I brought over a colleague of mine," 2BDamned said glancing at the side view mirror. "Oh, a colleague huh? Are they erm, a mercenary?" Milo nervously gripped the edge of his jacket. "Yes but uhm," 2BDamned paused to look over his shoulder.

"I think you might recognize him," 2BDamned glanced back at Milo. "Recognize?" Milo muttered questioningly.

Just then, footsteps were headed towards them. Milo couldn't help but slightly shuffle back. He wasn't too fond of fighting no matter how well he was trained to defend himself. He was trained in the agency sure, but he never really needed it. Not until he left the agency. He was chased down by a group of bandits but manage to survive unscathed.

He didn't like how his first kill went, he hoped that maybe he would get used to it sooner or later, but that was really the last time he ever killed someone. So it was understandable that he gets nervous around someone that kills on a daily basis, unlike him.

Milo mildly recoiled seeing the shirtless man. Scars littered his body here and there. He wore a pair of round shades and a bandana, a few locks of black hair pocked out. He had a sort of smug look with his lip sticking. He didn't know why but he somewhat recognized that feature.

The man noticed Milo immediately and smiled widely. "Milo!" He exclaimed excitedly. Milo recoiled, 'Wha- huh? Who?' Milo thought frantically searching his brain for even a fragment of who this hunk is.

Even though he had hus mask on, 2B still bit his inner lip to stop himself from smiling. The look on Milo's face was undoubtedly confusion. "You really don't recognize me Miles?" The burly man asked, a sliver of disappointment in his voice.

The brunette shook his head slowly. 2BDamned chuckled.

"Come on man, it's Sanford! You know, your old engineer buddy?"

Milo's eyes grew wide at that. "Sanford? What, uhm..." Milo said in bewilderment. "Yeah, you remember me now?" Sanford asked getting hyped.

"There's no way you're Sanford, the Sanford I knew was geeky and
... wore a shirt," Milo crossed his arms. Seriously, there is no way this is Sanford.

"Think this will bring back some memories?" Sanford turned around to show Milo his back. Well, most importantly the tattoo.

Milo sighed seeing the tattoo. Yup, it was him. There was no way he could forget his own handiwork. "Huh, you really are him," Milo couldn't help but smile.

Sanford spun around and scooped Milo into a bear hug. Milo couldn't help but tense up. "Haha! Yes! Oh my god Miles we haven't talked in so long dude!" Sanford laughed. "Heh, g-good to see you too man. But you're suffocating me!" Milo choked out tapping on his shoulder.

"Oh whoops," Sanford let's go of Milo who heaved a breath. "We have a lot to catch up!" Sanford bounced on his heels.

"Hell yeah we do!" Milo couldn't help but laugh. "That's nice and all, but the truck?" 2BDamned finally spoke. "Right! Right, on it uhm," Milo looked around for his equipment. "We can talk while I take a look at the truck," Milo said. "For sure, I'll tell you where the problem is at," Sanford said as he followed Milo.

"That'd be great Ford," Milo smiled as he inspected the truck. "Oh oh! Can I help too? It'll be just like the good old days!"

"I don't consider my days in the agency the good old days," Milo cringed.

"Oops, yup you're right. Man, it really has been a while hasn't it Miles?"

2BDamned listened as their conversation faded as they wen to the other side of the truck. He smiled under his mask and headed outside.

He leaned against a wall and pulled out a pack of cigars. He took off his glove to expose his charcoal black hands. He pressed the butt of the cigarette onto his palm before he put it in between his lips.

He silently exhaled, the smoke leaked through the scars on his cheek. He thought quietly before nodding.

"He'll accept it," 2BDamned slowly nodded.