Its been a while since you had a relationship...either they weren't great or just didn't work out, so you joined the military, well...a counter-terrorist military called rainbow six, you thought it was a little silly- but hey who are you to judge? Right, right, you joined, became an operator, and met a man- well men but this one particularly, goes by Doc, his actual name is Gustave kateb, did I mention he's from France- yeah...his sleep schedule is questionable...but he sleeps, so you ran into him a few times while he wondered the base a few hellos and whatnot but yeah.

Then you two got to talking, then suble gestures, then...somehow dating? Hooking up- dating sounds better, you'd occasionally sleep in his room, which smelled like faint coffee and French detergent, he'd occasionally "sleep" in your room "you had a better bed" lame excuse but whatever...he's there right? Right.

One night you should've been sleeping, you should've just said not tonight but here you are sitting in front of Gustave, as he held your hips...activities, you didn't mind them, but you were- not insecure but doubted yourself a little, half your relationships always said behind your back "they're dry as a desert" or whatever- spoiler it wasn't you it was them but still...it made you doubt yourself- you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his voice.

"Can I?" Gustave eyes glanced at your thighs, before at your face. "We don't have to if you don't want to Mon chéri..." He murmured.