(based on a scene from "Наш спецназ" series)

You always had a rather... special way with people, as some would say. No matter when or where, you knew how to be charming: flirty or serious, lighthearted or thoughtful depending on a person. Besides, your job as a soldier added a lot to your aura: this muscular, lean figure, this mystery of someone who saves lives, these stories of dangerous missions told in the right time with the right intonation to make them sound like an adventure. You used it all to your advantage skillfully and got the needed result: most of the people you tried to hit on eventually ended up in your bed.

Not that you forced or deceived someone — not at all. In the end, none of your partners left unpleased or upset; you knew how to make them feel good. It was just a trait of your personality — that's all.

As a wise and experienced man, Captain Price believed he saw right through you on the very first glance. The smug expression, the way you handled yourself like you tried to seem the most confident one around indicated just how much of a heartthrob you were. John didn't fancy this kind of people, disrespecting, no, despising all this casual and one-night relationship thing. However, right now it didn't matter: you both were at work, and he had to be your Captain from now on.

Leading you through the base, Price told you about some rules of his team, at the same time observing your reaction closely. Then introduced you to others — no problems here either.

"If everything's settled, your service begins now. The last point is..." John narrowed his eyes slightly. "...you need a new call sign."

Before you could reply to offer some cool and brutal idea, the Captain pointed at the hickey on your neck.

"Is that a love mark?" He smirked almost teastingly. "Oh, I know what we'll call you then. Welcome to the task force, 'Romeo'."