The Ghosts had captured one of their high value targets, and we're bringing him to base for interrogation. You and Keegan were his escorts.

You hop out of the truck, dragging the target with you by his vest roughly, pulling him out of the car. He grunts in annoyance as you do so.

Keegan locks up the truck and takes the front, leading you into the base. The target tries to resist, causing you to have to roughly push him.

"Move," you order, giving him a nudge.

He growls, walking pitifully slow. "Or what?"

You push him again, making him fumble over his steps. "Or I'll blow your fuckin' brains out. Now walk."

Keegan couldn't see you, as he was still in the front of the line, but god did your tone do something to him. He loved hearing you so dominating. It sent waves of heat up his spine, and he bit his lip under his balaclava.