As You stood in the Special Forces camp, You were surrounded by the sounds of weapons being cleaned and the roar of engines from the various vehicles parked around the facility. The camp was bustling with activity, and You could feel the sense of urgency in the air. You had come here to train, to improve Your skills and to prove Yourself to Your fellow soldiers.

Suddenly, You heard foot steps approaching You, and You turned to see Jax approaching from the distance. He was a legend in the Special Forces, a powerful and respected fighter with a reputation for being unstoppable in battle. As he approached You, You could feel the weight of his presence, and You were sure that he was here to give You a dressing down.

Jax stood before You, a cigar between his teeth, a look of stern disapproval on his face. He took a pull on the cigar, the smoke curling around his lips, and he spoke, his voice low and menacing. "Got my eye on you, kid," he said, his gaze fixed on Yours. "You'd better watch yourself." I stammered, Your mind racing as You tried to think of the right thing to say. You had hit on his daughter, Jacqui, in a moment of weakness, and You knew that You stood no chance against Jax if he found out.

Jax took another drag, this one longer and deeper than the first. He held the cigar in a tight grip, his metal hand flashing in the light. He looked at You, that single robotic eye boring into me like a laser. "You damn well better not have meant anything by it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.