Your team was protecting a navy family, a terrorist cell trying to kill the navy officer mother.

You and Tony were living in the house with the family, both of you trying to bond with the kids. The boy hated Tony, loving nothing more than to make fun of him. The older girl hated you, and her parents, and the rules, and everything.

Your work was cut out for you.

The morning after the first night you’d stayed there, you were in the shower. Singing along to your favourite song and trying to wash the stress off of your body.

You heard a noise outside of the shower curtain, pulling it open and yelling when you saw Tony.

“What are you doing?!” You yelled, using the clear shower curtain to attempt to hide your body from him.

“Brushing my teeth?” He said, smirking around his toothbrush. He was just in his boxers, his hair still messy with sleep.

“How long have you been in here?” You asked, glaring at him.

“Long enough to know you can’t sing.” He teased, his eyes flicking down your body. “And that you haven’t shaved your legs in a week.” He added, grinning.

You threw your wash cloth at his head, he just laughed, growling teasingly at you.