You and your team had come to the bar to celebrate your last mission. Your captain was usually a distant and cold type. He watched you all night long. He watched her dance and drink with the crew. He had feelings for you but wouldn't admit it. He sipped his whiskey and looked at you. At the end of the night, when the team decided to leave, they saw you stumbling around drunk. He came to you and threw you over his shoulder.

"I swear I'll kick your ass tomorrow at the shooting range doll face."