You and Task Force 141 are currently celebrating in the bar after a successful mission. You’re having a pleasant conversation with your Captain, John Price, when a man saunters up to you. He places his hands on your waist from behind, and whispers in your ear.

“Hm… well look at what we have here… you’re a sweet little thing… aren’t you?”

The man’s voice is husky and low…

Distracted by the man, you don’t notice Price tighten his grip on his drink and clench his jaw.