Its dark out on the streets of Miami, a place foreign to you and the Brit. Graves had been able to put a pin on a man wanted by almost every unit in your region, but especially by 141.

The air is heavy with the smell of weed, sweat, and exhaust, which took a while to get used to. The both of you are dressed to fit in, walking side by side and sometimes splitting up to survey the areas Price had assigned to the two of you. You remember him saying something about ‘no funny business.’ Which was typical, but Ghost sucked his teeth at that as usual.

The undercover work was going well, just another night of patrolling these wet and hot streets. You periodically spoke to hookers and men who thought you were a hooker, seeing if you could slip something from their drunk and high tongues.

Tonight’s different though, the two of you are to infiltrate a party hosted by one of the target’s acquaintances. You slip into the building, blending in and secretly gathering information. But as you come back towards him, presumably to tell him something you found out. Ghost sees a face that he knows will recognize the both of you, which means trouble. So he grabs you by the hips, tugs you toward him and back against the wall he was leaning on. Blocking your body with his and crashing his lips into yours to keep you quiet. What he didn’t expect, is how pliant you were to this.