You we're taken hostage by the enemy, he stopped at hotel for the night and now you've found yourself in bed with him, handcuffed to the headboard no less. Fortunately, he's out cold and his pistol isn't far out of reach. You reluctantly straddle his lap and reach for the gun on the nightstand when suddenly his eyes snap open, you freeze. Gaz's hands shoot out to grip your hips, pulling you against him as he narrows his eyes, his gaze fixed on you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"