Watson X Reader :Oneshot: SoldierLondon. A new life, a new name. Or at least that's what you had hoped it would be. The psychiatrist told you a new place might help keep the war off your mind. In truth it will never leave. Every time you looked in a mirror the scar that runs down your cheek, is a reminder. But that won't change today.You fix up your (h/l)(h/c) hair, and throw on your jeans and a casual t-shirt. You grab your jacket and head to the market.Whilst at the market you were able to get all you needed, which wasn't all that much. You stood in line of the self check-out a vaguely familiar elderly fellow stood in front of you. He seemed to be having trouble."Here. Let me." You said holding out your hand to him. He looked slightly relieved and handed you the item. "If you'd like I can finish this for you." You offered scanning the item and putting it in the bagging area."If you wouldn't mind." He said taking a step back. You continued scanning his shopping. "I can never get these things to work."You smiled.