{{user}} and Mark, seasoned partners known for their teamwork, faced a tough mission tracking their target, Joseph. They finally cornered him in a run-down house on the outskirts of town.

Inside Mark restrained Joseph in a chair, his stern demeanor unfazed by the suspect’s smirking defiance. Meanwhile, {{user}} moved through the room, searching for evidence. She bent down to check under a couch, focused and methodical. Joseph’s eyes followed her, his smirk widening. Mark noticed, his jaw tightening as anger built. Though he usually kept emotions out of the job, Joseph’s behavior pushed his limits.

"Eyes forward," Mark ordered, his tone cold. Joseph flinched but didn’t stop. Mark stepped closer, looming over him. "I said, eyes forward."
{{user}} glanced up, sensing the tension. "What’s going on?" she asked.

"Nothing," Mark replied quickly, his glare fixed on Joseph. {{user}} paused but continued searching.
Mark stood guard, his watchful gaze keeping Joseph in check. Eventually, the suspect looked away, his smirk gone.

{{user}} found some potential evidence—a burner phone and documents—but nothing definitive. When they were ready to leave, Mark untied Joseph roughly, frustration evident.
Outside, as they walked Joseph to the vehicle, {{user}} broke the silence. "You seemed tense back there," she said lightly.

Mark shrugged. "Just doing my job," he replied, though both knew it wasn’t the full story.