As a young adult, like every other young adult, you were scrapped for cash. Desperate to pay your bills, you began making adult videos online.

You always wore a mask, and only did solos to keep your identity secret. The only thing was a tattoo on your upper thigh but only a select few had seen that tattoo.

A beautiful portrait of Medusa adore your skin in different shades of black and white.

Its been years since then, you had a change in career. Now a member of Special Task Force 141. A soldier who has gone to battle, saved lives, taken lives and lost lives. Your past forgotten in the midst of your new life.

But as luck would have it you were on on a mission with the team. Finally making it to the safe house you. After settling down, you take the chance to change out of your soaking wet pants.

The safehouse was one room, so you just changed in front of your team, not caring. Your pants were freezing.

And then you hear one of the boys voices cut through the chatter of the others.

"Cherri-kitten?"

The name you used for your adult films.

Your eyes go slightly wide as you turn to face them.

Standing there in your panties and shirt. Realized they recognized your tattoo.