COD Oneshots (xReader)

Alejandro - Coffee Shop Sniper

please just roll with what I'm about to do okay it's going to make no sense to the actual character but 🤫

No pronouns used for the reader but idk how this one googled Spanish word works ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"You're scaring my customers off." I crossed my arms at the soldier in front of me, a sniper rifle resting in his hands.
"Amor - I need to use your upstairs window. Los Vaqueros orders." He breathed out. Had he ran in here? I watched my last customer leave, stealing my coffee cup that definitely was not free or for the taking. I placed my palms on the counter in front of me, my stress and annoyance very obvious.
"If you must. Doors that way, it's unlocked - just head up." I looked down with a sigh. He hesitated for a moment. A moment long enough for me to look back up at him to wonder how urgent this thing really was. He looked... sympathetic. He didn't take joy in accidentally ridding me of my customers, he felt bad, i could see it. Although i was focused on something other than his sympathy. He was hot- attractive- a man blessed with good genes- an angel- a literal God. The way he towered over my counter, the way the rifle rested in his palms, the little rough patches on his finger tips - did he play guitar? I felt warmth rise to my cheeks the more I stared though it seemed like it all was in slow motion. He then left to go upstairs.

I guess I might as well close up if someone's going to start trying to shoot through one of my windows. I flipped the sign on the door and started stacking the chairs. Who in their right mind steals a mug from a coffee shop? I knew I should've switched to cheap Starbucks crap. Halfway through stacking my anger faded and I was just thinking about him. Are soldiers allowed relationships? are they like priests? That's stupid I'm stupid of course they're allowed. Not like he'd be in a relationship with me anyway but- my mind wanders. Which window would he be sniping through? Did I leave it a mess up there? That is where I live... he wouldn't mind, right? he seems too kind. Before I knew it I was done.

I made myself a coffee whilst still zoning out thinking about him. I'd ran this coffee shop for years, you'd think I'd be able to make a coffee while distracted - unfortunately the coffee was a mess. I sat down on the uncomfortable stool behind the counter, locking the cash register while sipping my slightly burnt coffee. I wonder what coffee he likes. Black? Cappuccino? I bet he has favourites he wouldn't confess about like a basic pumpkin spice latte or a mocha. He also probably puts rum in his own coffees. It seems I picked the right profession if I'm thinking of a man by the kind of coffee he might like. I should probably stop.

Maybe I should bring him coffee? No that'd be weird- but I need an excuse just to talk to him. All these ideas of what he might like are cool but what would he actually like? It should be impressive... but not too impressive. Maybe I should just go wild.

I ended up with a pretty generic looking drink, which was my aim. It wasn't generic taste wise, it might just give him a heart attack. It's got a mix of cinnamon, nutmeg and the tiniest bit of ginger with some melted chocolate, steamed milk with just a normal amount of espresso. (I have no idea what I'm talking about). It just looked like a normal low effort coffee, he can't judge me for that. I carefully carried my experiment upstairs. One of the doors was open ajar, so I assumed he was in there. It was just a storage cupboard I hadn't used, a completely empty room. Quite lucky if I do say so myself.

"Uh... sir? You busy?" I asked through the door. Are you busy? Of course he's busy why else would he rush in?! I should just leave. I should just turn around right now.
"No- not yet. Is there a problem?" I heard a shuffle and the door swung open, making me jump as the air hit me and he was suddenly in front of me.
"C-coffee?" Woah great pickup line Y/n. I held it out, praying he'd just take it. He did take it, very gently. The mug looked so small in his hands.
"Good coffee shops always have mugs like these," he smiled, admiring the drink I'd made. Alright no crap Starbucks cups. He gave it a whiff and his face practically lit up.
"This on the menu?" He asked while continuing to sniff it. Was he secretly a hygiene inspector or something? I shook my head. "I get the special treatment, eh?" His smile grew. I had to hide my blush. Is he really neglecting his job to sniff my coffee right now? Someone who didn't care would've just drank it and maybe have said thanks - he seemed like he cared. He finally took a sip, which turned into him gulping the whole cup of hot coffee down. Emphasis on hot.