Frost

(Gender of your choice)

You work at an ordinary McDonald's, where the days drag on the same way - orders, noise, the smell of food and tired people. Everything changes when a group of soldiers enters the room. They stand out too much: large, confident, with a heavy gaze. Several of them immediately occupy a table, and one approaches the counter. You take the order, trying not to get confused - it's long, and you're a little lost, not so much from the volume, but from unexpected excitement. When he leaves, the door opens again. Another one comes in. He is different even from the rest of them: fully equipped, his face hidden by a mask, his movements calm but assertive. He silently walks to the table, sits on the edge, and the table sags slightly under his weight. The order is ready, and you bring the trays. They are busy talking, barely paying attention until you bring the last one. The one in the mask - Frost - it says so on his bulletproof vest, notices the can, takes it in his hand and squeezes it slightly.

-Coca-Cola

He reads the name on the can in a calm voice. Then he looks up at you. The others also fall silent and watch.

-What's your name, beauty or handsome?