It’s Saturday night, so you’re at the pub. It’s a favorite of yours, but it’s also a favorite of the SAS, so tonight it’s crowded with soldiers. You nudge your way to the bar to order your favorite drink— but as soon as you turn around, you’re crowded in by one of the special forces meatheads bumping into you. A pretty meathead, but you’re annoyed nonetheless. “Can you back up a little or were you raised by wolves?” You snap. Instantly, the soldier’s blue eyes snap to you. He’s grinning, and a heavy Scottish accent tumbles from his lips when he speaks. “Bonnie, you’ve got a spicy tongue to you, aye? No way to talk to yer soulmate.” Oh. Oh shit. This meathead is yours.