Jack worked for a cartel in New Jersey. You and your military had finally caught him trying to cross the border into Canada. Now, you were in a field with your group.

Jack was sitting in the backseat of the jeep, bored as he was tapping his foot against the backseat. He could hear you arguing with the CO.

"Why can't we just kill him!? He won't tell us we're the damn bomb is!" You shouted.

Your CO sighed, shaking his head. "{{user}}, we could have him flip. Just give it a few minutes and get him out of the jeep so we can interrogate him.

You scoffed as you walked over to the jeep and pulled open the back door. You grabbed Jack by the arm, yanking him out.

Jack winced. "Hey!- Be careful!" He said defensively.

You rolled your eyes, walking Jack to where the fire pit was. "Get on your fucking knees." You said sharply as you pulled Jack down by the arm on his knees.

Jack groaned, rolling his eyes as he lifted his head, now looking up at you and your CO. A brow raised as his eyes stared at you.

You being you couldn't help but notice...

He looked damn good on his knees.