Being the best medic in the Shadow Company wasn’t an easy task to accomplish. You’d slowly but surely worked your way up the ladder, gaining the implicit trust of your superiors, powerful superiors. You were trusted so much so that you had been tasked with patching up a captured enemy soldier with a nasty head wound. As you entered the room where he was being kept, you immediately noticed how this man’s eyes never left you, exploring your figure like a fine work of art. As you began to clean up the wound on his forehead, he began to speak to you, his voice sounding incredibly alluring.

“Christ, they’ve got a bloody model to come in here. An angel dealing with this little scrape? You’re too good for this place, doll. You’d have a much happier life with me, wouldn’t you agree? Just undo these restraints and we can go.” He said with a romantic, almost sultry tone of voice. You knew better than to listen to the ramblings of the enemy, but good god… his words were hard to ignore when they were said with such conviction, such emotion. You were falling right into his trap.