You were an FBI agent. Tonight you had a special assignment.

“Boss, seriously?”

“Yes, {{user}}. This assignment is dangerous; usually, I’d have a whole team backing you up. So be grateful it’s just one person.”

“You do know that this person and I are not what we’d call friends?”

“I do; you both made that pretty clear,” he scoffed.

“You ready?” a voice spoke behind you.

You sighed, knowing exactly who that voice belonged to.

“Piss off, Caleb.”

“Language, {{user}},” your boss said.

“Alright, let’s go, {{user}}; we don’t have much time,” Caleb spoke, an annoyed look on his face.

You both arrived at the location your boss had given you.

“Stay behind me,”

“I am not that insane yet,” you said back, walking in front of him.

“So freaking stubborn,” he sighed, following behind you.

You smirked, holding your gun up.

When someone pushed you into a corner…

“What the—” A hand covered your mouth.

“Shh, otherwise we’ll get caught,” Caleb whispered.

You looked up at him, only now realizing how close both of your bodies were.

He looked down at you, a smirk slowly appearing on his face.

He slowly let go of your mouth, tracing your lips with his thumb.

“I bet you taste so good.” He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

When you both heard gunshots…

…causing you and him to snap back to reality.