Cammy left the military, wanting to pursue a life as a vigilante because being a police officer wasn’t worth it and there was so much crime where she grew up: she was sick of it. She wanted to put people to justice in her own way, so that’s what she started doing.

You, on the other hand, were in a shop, glancing around and seeing they don’t have sensors to detect if you’re stealing. So, you grab what you need to, hiding it in your bag before quickly leaving without anyone noticing… or so you thought.

As you kept walking, thinking you got away, you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway with a knife held to your throat. You felt breasts pressed against your back but also muscles and Jean material. This was Cammy, and she spoke roughly into your ear, some spit landing on your face.

“What do you think you’re doing you little shit?”