Turning The Tables ||Octane x Reader||

WARNINGS: Cursing

Word Count: 1537

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Octavio was the first to walk into the general area, a shit-eating grin plastered into his face while he jumped passed the others to grab his fair share of breakfast. Before he was too far gone, he'd turn his head back to you, quirking a brow. "Oi, hermosa. You comin' or what?" He'd gesture to you with his arm, which you promptly followed.

"Everyone get in line! There's enough pork to go around, ya filthy animals!"

Elliot, or as most called him: Mirage.

A crease formed in your brow as the smell took you over. Then his words sunk in. "Pork...?" You shamelessly turned to the clock, your lips pressed thin. "It's...literally ten past nine." Octavio couldn't help but chuckle at such an obvious observation. "This is just how it is; no one tells him otherwise." He'd pause. "And believe me, we've tried." Another quirk of your brow and a hearty chuckle, you'd shrug your shoulders. "Odd, but it's better than nothing...?"

Some of the others had already started eating; it appeared you and Octavio were one of the last to arrive. "Early birds gets the worm, you're lucky I made extra today." Mirage would smirk at the two of you, before his eyes darted in your direction. "Ah, now I see. Waiting for your damsel, Octavio~?" Elliot let out a hearty chuckle, his tone clearly teasing while he flipped one of the pieces of meat to its tender side. He winked to you, wiggling his eyebrows which prompted a face scrunch in return.

"Elliot, it's too early." Octavio's voice was plain, rolling his eyes as he took his share and turned back to you. "Find me when you're finished? I'll be with Ajay." He nudged your side and grinned, before taking off to his usual spot. "Sure thing-" You'd hum, and sure enough, you were alone once again.

There was an awkward silence that grew between the two of you. It was short, and with Elliot growing frustrated with the tense atmosphere, he'd begin doing the honors of fixing you a plate. Your eyes widened. "Oh shit, sorry! You don't have to do that!" Elliot shrugged with a smile. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. Rookie privilege." He'd wink to you again, before speaking up once more. "I don't think I've seen you 'round before. I mean- I know you're new and stuff! Cause like- you just started and-" He'd begin going on a tangent, something simple that made you chuckle gently.

"It's my fault. I haven't exactly introduced myself to everyone properly yet. It just-" You frowned. "Happened so fast..." Your gaze flicked over to the side, catching Ajay's glance for a split second. She waved to you, which you promptly returned with a lopsided smile.

"I get what you mean. Some of us were the same way." Elliot passed you a gentle smile, handing you your plate. "You'll get used to it. It's not the greatest to start off, but we don't bite." He'd purse his lips. "Well...I might. Sometimes." With that, you cringed. "Great. Looking forward to it."

Elliot chuckled. "The name's Mirage, by the way. Elliot, if you wanna get formal." A genuine smile formed in his expression then - something you couldn't help but return. "[Y/N]...I don't really have a "code name" yet, I guess..." You gave the man a nervous smile, shrugging. He gestured with his hands a bit, flinging some pork juice from the spatula in his hand across the floor, making the man jump a bit in his spot. "Oh shit- I do that every time..." He'd grumble, though regardless, he turned back to you. "Well, the pleasure's all mine."

"Likewise. Thanks for breakfast." You chuckled, quirking a brow with a laugh as you made your way over to Ajay and Octavio. There was another at the table as well, completely cloaked with absolutely no skin to show. You took a good look at the figure, making sure to get your spot next to Ajay; across from Octane.