Til Death Do Us Part [One-On-One // Closed]

Okay, so I was really bored and wanted to make a (cough-another-cough) roleplay, and I got this idea.

Our characters are a married couple. Seems like a normal, boring life, right?
Wrong.
Not only are they married, but they are also spies for the best organization out there, The Protectors. With their lives being put on the line, and their marriage being tested at nearly every turn, will they be able to handle the pressure? Or will the break and fall apart?
Only time – and our choices as authors – will tell.

• This is PG-13, so…
  ** Keep swearing to a minimum, and…
  ** Let's not take the romance too far.
• No OP characters.
• OC's only, please!
• Write more than one sentence; at least three, please.
• Grammar is amazing! Please use it correctly. (Sorry, I'm the grammar police sometimes.)
• No Lgbtq+, please.
• Have fun!

Name:
Age:
Gender: (I'd prefer to be the girl.)
Appearance:
Usual Outfit:
Personality:
Favorite Food/Drink:
Favorite Animal:
Favorite Color:
Favorite Season:
Favorite Book(s):
Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s):
Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s):
Other: [Sibling(s), backstory, pet(s), hobbies, etc.]

Gosh, that's long… Sorry, I just want them to actually know things about each other that they would if they were married.

Holy carp, that was fast.
Yeah, totally!
Were you okay with being the guy? Or would you prefer the girl?

I can do the guy. That's okay.
I've got one that I need to develop more, anyway.

Sure! I'm working on mine atm.

Name: Fox Reagan Elsworth-Elliot
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c6/9b/8e/c69b8e99fb4b50e0cae201d054a0ff2b.jpg
Usual Outfit: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/48/84/8e/48848e99be8d70b631fe995e0fce205b.jpg
Personality: Extroverted, determined, always keeps his promises, holds onto his integrity, smart.
Favorite Food/Drink: Chili-cheese-dogs // Black coffee
Favorite Animal: Foxes (Yes, I know. Hahaha, very punny, Moth.)
Favorite Color: Midnight blue
Favorite Season: Fall
Favorite Book(s): Any mystery (mostly because he can usually figure it out).
Favorite Movie(s)/Show(s): Marvel and Disney movies // Agents of SHIELD, The Flash, and more.
Favorite Song(s)/Artist(s): Dear X, You Don't Own Me by Disciple // Branan Murphy, Carmen Justice, Capital Kings, Christon Gray, and way more.
Other: Both of his parents are dead, and he takes care of his younger sister (Sparrow, 10) and brother (Leo, 12). Intelligent, can sing (though he rarely ever does in front of others), great gunmanship, photographic memory, likes cooking, writes out his day in his journal, observes things.

(She's great!
I was going to ask if you would change her age to the same as or younger than Fox's, but I'm actually going to change his instead.)

(Yeah, sure! Give me a moment, and I'll post us a starter.)

Fox sat at the dining room table, sheets of paper spread out in front of him. He stared at them, chewing absentmindedly on his bottom lip as he thought.

These papers held information on his last mission, in which he had to go undercover as a drug lord to get intel on the newest leader of the Ivory Tiger Gang. He had nearly been found out, but not because of his own actions. Someone on the inside had known who he was, though he had no idea who.

He groaned as he set his head down on the table, linking his fingers behind his neck.

Fox lifted his head to look at his wife, his eyes showing how weary he was.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he sighed, rubbing his face with one hand. "I just can't seem to figure out who this could have been."

"No, no. It's okay, really. I'll just–" Fox's words were interrupted by a quiet yawn "–I'll just finish this up, and then I'll head to bed. I promise."

Fox shot Ella a small grin before he stood up to kiss her cheek.

"Thanks, babe. That's all I ask for," he said, sitting back down.

"Yup, I got it," Fox said, his focus already back on his work.

After five minutes had passed, Fox sighed and began to gather his things. He still hadn't figured out who it was, but Ella was expecting him. With a shake of his head, he stood and picked up the file that now neatly held his papers, then made his way to his bedroom.

Upon reaching the door, he smiled at the sight of his wife sitting in bed, reading a book. "Hey, beautiful. Come here often?" he asked, his eyes glinting teasingly as he leaned against the door frame.

"So? Who says I can't flirt with my wife?" Fox teased with a grin, setting his folder down on the dresser before grabbing a pair of sweatpants from one of the drawers.

Fox turned around to raise an eyebrow at Ella. "Oh? Well, I do, too. It's just a matter of getting there," he said, changing into his sweatpants. "And we'd have to make sure we could actually raise a child without leaving him or her with a babysitter for days on end. Our line of work makes that pretty hard."

"Yes, that is true," Fox agreed, pulling his shirt off and tossing his dirty clothes in the hamper. He walked over to sit on the bed beside Ella, wrapping an arm around her. "They could also go through the school program to become a spy, as well."