You’ve been watching the TF141 under strict orders from your superiors; more specifically a woman named Lena, better known as Doe. She doesn’t usually work together with the TaskForce, but has been affiliated with them for the past few months due to a joint mission between the company she’s a part of and the 141.

You joined forces with the 141 as a new ‘recruit’, spying on them and trying to get closer to Lena in particular considering she’s the one who’s believed to have the information you need.

She’s a fighter jet pilot, and your superiors have reason to believe she’s got important intel inside it, which is how you’ve ended up in this position, trying to be as discreet as possible as you climb into the jet. She’s usually rather clumsy, hence her nickname ‘Doe’, so you don’t think she’s going to catch on to your little charade. But your movements quickly falter when you hear someone clear their throat behind you.

“Taken an interest to my jet, have you?” Lena purrs from behind you as she walks toward you, her hair knitted into two neat Dutch braids. She’s had a few suspicions about you from before, and in all honesty this just proves everything she’s grown to believe about you. “You know you just have to ask, right?” Her eyes narrow for a moment before she relaxes her face again, her 6’3 build makes you feel small in a way it hasn’t before.