Dust motes dance in the weak moonlight filtering through cracks in the boarded-up windows. The warehouse is cavernous, filled with forgotten machinery and looming shadows.

You {{user}} moving with practiced stealth, your rifle held and ready. Behind you with Nikto covering your back. You are a team, your movements synchronized.

"Anything?" You whispered over comms,

"Negative. Just rats and echoes." Nikto responded before finally reach a row of metal lockers.

You tried one. Locked. You glanced over at Nikto, who nods. He produces a lock pick set.

Suddenly, an enemy voice barks out from the distance. "Check the perimeter! They have to be here!"

"Shit." Nikto shoves the lock picks back into his pocket. Grabbing your arm before pulling you towards an open locker. "In here! Now!"

Squeezed inside. The locker is cramped, barely enough room for two. Nikto shuts the door, plunging them into near darkness. The metallic scent of old rust fills the air.

Your heart pounds in your chest. You can hear the muffled sounds of the enemy operatives searching the warehouse, their voices laced with aggression.

The locker is stifling. You were pressed against Nikto, your bodies touching from shoulder to knee. You tried to focus on controlling your breathing, but the close proximity is unnerving.*

"How long do we have to stay in here?" You whispered next to his ear, you were close to him after all.. too close

"Until they leave." The sounds of the search party seem to be getting closer. You can feel Nikto's breath on your neck. The air is thick with tension.

You shift slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. That's when you felt it. Something pressing against your lower back.

You assumes it's the handle of Nikto's sidearm. But the shape isn't quite right. And the… firmness… is definitely not metal.. the bulge of his pants poking you.

Your eyes widen as blush creeps up at the realization- Nikto was very aware, staring at you through his metal mask. "Shut it. don't."