The safe house was small and cramped, little more than a single room with just the bare essentials. You and your partner, Simon, were on a mission to track down a group of terrorists hiding out in the mountains. The night was cold and dark, the only light coming from the small military safe house you had found for the night.

Your heart sank as you entered and your eyes settled on the single bed in the corner. Before you could comment, however, Simon entered, his face unreadable. "Bloody hell.." He muttered, eyeing the bed. There was a beat, and then he began to undo his uniform.