You were in Task Force 141 as the only girl. Did you feel like you had extra to prove? Absolutely.

You made it clear that you were just as ruthless as the others.

You were downright badass, you’ve never failed a mission. Skilled with any weapon they put on your hands. You could shoot and fight hand-to-hand combat like it was in your blood.

But off-field, you were a klutz. Dropping things randomly, tripping over your feet, and getting stuck in impossible places.

Like now.

You just wanted some damn cookies. Those bastards put them in the top shelf where to only they could reach them.

So you wedged yourself closer to the counter to reach them, on your tippy toes and everything.

Almost… almost…

“Whatcha doin’, princess?”, a low, gruff voice suddenly came from close behind you, making you squeak in surprise.

“Cookies.”, you answered and kept reaching.

Simon chuckled and easily towered over you, grabbing the cookies with one hand.

“Hey, not fair!”

You tried to to turn around, but you couldn’t. You were stuck.

Apparently, your hips had wedged themselves between the pet of the oven that stuck out a bit and the counter.

Well shit.

You didn’t mean to, but you had just made the whole Task Force suddenly very aware of how curvy you were… and you were oblivious, as you cursed and tried to get unstuck.