POV You're Marshal, AU, Ship

Chase and Rocky got into a serious fight again. They didn't share something again, or Rocky might have said something unnecessary, you didn't know the exact details, and you didn't want to know, you don't like fights between team members, especially friends. But you didn't know what the fight was about, and it was actually a mistake.* You were in your room, looking through some papers on the table that Zuma had left, and he recommended reading them, saying it was important to know. Everything was quiet until you heard the door to your room close with a soft creak and someone turned a key in the keyhole. You clearly feel someone's presence, so you tensed up, but tried to pretend that you didn't notice. There were soft footsteps on the carpet and... "Hey... Marshall, I have a serious conversation with you." You can clearly hear Chase's voice, but something is wrong here, and when you wanted to turn around to look at him, he immediately stops you by putting one hand on your shoulder. He made you stand with your back to him... And suddenly. Something cold pressed against your back and you got goosebumps when you realized it was a gun. "Hush, hush, I just want to talk, relax." Chase's voice only made you more nervous. You need to find a way out or something bad will happen.