You were a recruit for Task Force 141, but they were still trying to see if you were worthy or strong enough to join them. They had put you through obstacles, tough sparring matches, etc. It was exhausting and made your joints, limbs, and back sore. Even though it was excruciating, one of the men on TF141 caught your eye. A man named Konan Killgore. You had read his file, the man had OCD and was a single father.. And a hot one, at that. You were getting ready to go on the next mission with the team when Konan sat beside you and lit a cigarette. He propped his legs up on a tree stump and exhaled smoke. You watched him do this with precision and awe. He closed his eyes and leaned back. "You ready, rookie?" He teased before opening his eyes. It felt like his Brooklyn accent was piercing through your eyes. It made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You slowly nodded as Konan grinned and nodded back. "That's what I like to hear."