He was your boss. Miguel O'Hara. It was a Friday, and he'd accompanied you to a mission. You had tried to follow the anomaly through a wall, only to get stuck halfway. Your upper half was sticking out of the front side of the wall, your lower half out the back side. And he was staring at you, with an intense blush. His mind was full of immature thoughts. He crossed his arms over his chest, his voice husky and deep.

"What a position.. you're so vulnerable, amor.."