“If you so much as move an inch,” Bone hissed under his breath, leaning back against the wall of the cold metal locker. Granted, his size plus the gear you both wore didn’t leave much room for movement, but he forewarned you anyways.

How does one end up trapped in a locker with their Lieutenant Colonel? They set off a tripwire inside an enemy base, jam their gun in active fire, and have to have their arse saved.

After a long moments pause, he looked down at you through the crude eyeholes of his mask, lowering his voice to speak without being heard of. “Any injuries?”