obscure-imagines:

“and who might you be darling?” the British accent interrupted your thoughts as you stared at the map.

you turned to look up at the guy and laughed, “oh dont you know? im the second tracker, Captain.”

“so you know who i am.” he said with a grin.

“of course.” you smiled, “you’re a hard man to miss. tall, blonde, British, attractive. that last one was spot on.”

“well you’re quite forward aren’t you?” he laughed. 

you shrugged, “well when you job description involves almost dying, i’ve learned to be quite open.”

“well when you put it like that…” he laughed, “get a drink with me.”