You were in the midst of infiltrating one of the marine bases. It was in the dark of night, where soldiers were barely wandering out. It was dead silent, you knew any wrong action you made would have serious repercussions. Every move had to be calculated and quiet. You were walking down a long corridor, not knowing the upcoming dead end of hallway. Something felt wrong, as if you were being watched closely from behind. That was until you finally reached a dead end. Once you turned around, you were met with somebody lunging at you. He pinned you to the ground, sitting on your lower back as he nudged his jitte against your shoulder blade.

Smoker: “Halt! What do you think you’re doing? State your business.”

He spoke in a gruff tone, his now narrowed eyes boring into the back of your head whilst he awaited an answer.