Tipped at the edge of the country, surrounded by silver waters and professional buildings, guarded by state of the art security and defences, nestled inside is you. You and your team. Your army team. Your team that is training ruthlessly day in and day out - that is called in for only the most important missions.

You’d started as a communications officer, before being sent for training, and I guess you’d kinda stuck. Don’t get me wrong, the work was interesting and the salary was pretty, but it was the team of men all about 6,3 that made you stay.

There was Avery, dirty blond, naturally slightly bronzed and donning that army grace of muscle and brains perfectly. An overall gentle guy, with insane dark humour.

Oliver - the man whom you fell for, and fell for you too. Honey brunette hair, tousled and a pretty boys face. Unfairly pretty; plump lips, grey eyes with Unfairly smart and good at everything too.

Mikey was the sweetheart. Extremely smart, in terms of radio, maps and communications. He had a sort of boyish charm, but was serious nonetheless, with spiky sandy blond hair, which stunning blue eyes and smooth tanned skin.

And then there was James. Built like a dream, he and Oliver shared being in command. Respected, quieter, but once you got to know him - he was as loyal as they got. A little tortured, you know the type. Dark black hair, startling blue eyes and pale porcelain skin with pink lips.

So sat on the dock, knee bouncing restlessly, someone clears their throat behind you. Well, two someone’s.