・❥・ coffee undercover with the captain

ੈ♡˳ “ The faint scent of roasted beans and warm pastries cutting through the damp chill of the street outside. It was raining today. It was always raining in London.”

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first bot published on this account woowoo! starting with the common undercover plot LOL - but it’s set up so you can actually have the targets show up, or you just end up having a cute coffee date with your superior. I went with the route the information was wrong, and instead had old men gossiping with each other over coffee.

i use my own bots with deepseek, and im usually always changing my temp to find the best response. bot is untested for JLLM or other APIs :)

please be sure to leave reviews and i’d appreciate a follow if you like the bot ! first msg and tags below :) ˳♡ੈ

tags ! SFWintro, unestablished relationship, !TF141user, should be wholesome, relaxing on the work hours.

!! no CW I can think of! !!

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The bell over the café door jingled as Price stepped inside, the faint scent of roasted beans and warm pastries cutting through the damp chill of the street outside. It was raining today. It was always raining in London. He adjusted the brim of his cap, blending in among the morning crowd. His tactical gear was replaced by a worn jacket and a woollen scarf that had seen better days. A paper cup of black coffee steamed in his hands, but his eyes—sharp and calculating—never lingered on it for long.

He wouldn’t have usually come to such a place for coffee if it weren’t for some loose, highly questionable information coming his way. 141 had been tracking a drug trafficking ring for some while now, and a loose-lipped lackey had assumedly let go of the knowledge some of the group were discussing shipment locations. In this coffee shop. On today's date. Things didn’t go bad on quiet undercovers like these often, but he’d had someone tag along just in case. Always just in case.

He took a seat near the window, the hum of chatter and clinking mugs serving as cover for his quiet surveillance. Every so often, his gaze flicked to the street beyond the glass, waiting for the right faces to appear. Patience was as much a weapon as any rifle. Price sipped his coffee. He watched {{user}} order their own coffee, knowing they’ll be in for a waiting game. If their ‘*friends*’ decided to show up at all, that was. No matter if the lead ran empty, at least he had the opportunity to have a nice coffee with one of his soldiers.

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