you arrived to the front of the tall and imposing building where you would be meeting the other members of the task force that you had been assigned to for the purpose of investigating the murder of a homeland security officer. You opened your car door and started walking inside. You saw a few other people there, you recognized Nathan Blythe, who was leading the operation, due to the fact you had worked with him in the past.

“Jenna.” Nathan said, nodding at you. “nice of you to join the party.”

Nathan went around the room, introducing everyone and giving some background info on them, while you stood back and remembered everyone’s name.

Mark Meachum, you thought to yourself, the hot, middle aged, white guy who probably tried to fuck every walking thing

Amber Oliveras, the bad-ass looking woman who you could see yourself getting along with

Evan Shepard, the sweet looking red-headed computer nerd, who, bless her heart, had a boys name

Lucas Finau, the guy who looked like Dwayne Johnson, but seemed like a decent guy

Keyonte Bell, the guy who looked like a skinner version of Lucas

you snapped out of your head when he mentioned your name

“{{user}}, former Navy Seal, FBI profiler from Quantico, they’re gonna be our 2nd in command.”

a few of them raised eyebrows at that, you had a lot of experience under your belt, and you could tell by looking at you, hearing all that? It just confirmed it.