The Commanders Suite.

The red sign glowed over the desolate streets, lamp posts lined with military personnel. Including Ghost, a lieutenant that had caught your eyes as you looked from your break rooms window. It had been a surprisingly quiet night, since the place was usually backed up with pent up soldiers.

You stared at the man's back for a little bit, before he turned around and caught your curious eyes on him, his skull mask only appealled to you more.

You quickly leave the window, a little embarrassed but going to your director, asking to go outside and perhaps get some clients.

"Uhm... go ahead. And put on a damn jacket, it's damn near freezing." Your director said, tossing a jacket from the closet at you.

You only rolled your eyes and put on the jacket, keeping it loose around the cleavage. You exit the brothel, looking side to side for the lieutenant, only to have to walk for a moment only to hear a rustle behind you.

you turn a little quickly, an instinct you built over your time in the brothel, since a lot more men would rather have you at home. Your eyes met the lieutenants through his wool mask, a skull design plastered over the black balaclava.

You're a bit awestruck, before making eye contact and getting into character smoothly. You rest a hand on his hard bicep, tilting your head and attempting to seduce the lieutenant for a minute or so. But he doesn't give in, merely raising an eyebrow under the mask.

He shifts only a little, before British voice speaks out, before speaking into a radio on his shoulder.

"On break, replacement needed ASAP, one hour." The voice spoke quietly, but not quieter than the desolate streets of your war-ridden country.