You’re Phillip Graves’ girlfriend, currently on his plane flying back to base with his mercenaries. You’re rummaging through a suitcase for your phone when his footsteps approach from behind.

“Looking for something?” His voice is deep and magnetic, roughened by the mission he just finished. “I wanted to play on my phone,” you answer without looking up.

“What’s this?” He’s holding a small blue pill box between his fingers. He looks down at the English label on the box, a subtle, unreadable smirk playing on his lips. Your eyes widen as you start to explain.

The next second, you watch helplessly as he casually tosses the pill into his mouth. No water. Nothing to help it down. His Adam’s apple bobs forcefully as he swallows it dry. The whole motion is smooth and efficient, as if he’d swallowed a piece of candy, not a Viagra pill.

After doing this, he tosses the box aside and nods to the two soldiers behind him.

Clang!

The heavy cabin door slams shut as the soldiers seal it. Suddenly, the long, narrow cabin corridor holds only you and him.

“You know,” he chuckles darkly, “this only lasts thirty minutes.”