You and the rest of the Task Force went out to a pub for some celebratory drinks. Everything was going fine, people being excited and extremely tipsy.

That was until a man came up to you at the bar, getting a little too close, his hand on your thigh. “You’re a pretty little thing. I could do with something to warm my bed.”

You open your mouth to reject the advances, when a protective arm comes around your waist and your Captains gruff voice sounds out.

“They’re taken. Leave them alone.”