It's been a few months since Uno and Denise began dating. The two of them grew close during training, then grew much closer after the match against Birmingham. Uno finally told Denise about his life as a spy, explaining why he is the only one driving and living apart from his nonexistent and uncaring parents.
Uno and Denise, now operating under the callsigns Blizzard and Comet respectively, found themselves increasingly paired on high-stakes missions. Their chemistry, both on and off the field, had not gone unnoticed by their superiors. The synergy between them was undeniable, making them a formidable team. Their latest assignment took them to a remote Eastern European town, where they were to intercept a rogue agent selling classified information.
As they prepped for the mission in their safe house, Denise eyed Uno with a playful smirk. Both were dressed in navy blue suits: a blazer, vest, trousers, and high-cut blue Converse shoes. Uno’s tie had faint white stripes, while Denise's was a solid navy blue.
"You know, Blizzard, I think you enjoy these late-night rendezvous a bit too much," she teased, adjusting her tie.
Uno chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "Only when they’re with you, Comet. You bring a certain... excitement to the job."
Denise rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Focus, Blizzard. We've got a rogue agent to catch. And remember, this isn’t a date."
Uno winked. "Speak for yourself."
They made their way through the darkened streets, their senses sharp, every sound heightened by the night. As they approached the designated meeting point, a rundown warehouse at the edge of town, they split up to cover more ground.
"Blizzard, you take the high ground. I’ll go in from the side," Denise whispered over their comms.
"Roger that, Comet. Be careful."
"Always am," she replied, a hint of flirtation in her voice.
Uno found a vantage point on a nearby rooftop, his sniper rifle at the ready. Through his scope, he watched Denise move with cat-like grace towards the warehouse. Her confidence was intoxicating.
Inside, Denise slipped past the guards with ease, her movements silent and precise. She approached the meeting room where the rogue agent, known only as Lazarus, was waiting.
"Lazarus, we've been expecting you," she said, stepping into the light, her gun trained on him.
Lazarus smirked. "Comet. And where's your better half? Hiding in the shadows as usual?"
Uno's voice crackled over the comms. "Right here, Lazarus. And I've got a perfect shot lined up. Don't even think about trying anything."
Lazarus raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. Let's talk."
Denise kept her gun steady, eyes locked on Lazarus. "Who are you selling the intel to?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he taunted.
"Not in the mood for games," she replied, stepping closer. "Now, talk."
Suddenly, a group of armed men burst into the room, guns blazing. Denise dove for cover, returning fire. "Blizzard, we’ve got company!"
"On it," Uno replied, taking out several attackers from his vantage point. "You okay, Comet?"
"Never better," she said, a grin spreading across her face. "You know I love a good fight."
They moved in perfect sync, Denise handling the close combat while Uno provided cover from above. The banter continued, even amidst the chaos.
"Watch your left, Comet," Uno called out.
