You were a Go-Go dancer in a popular nightclub in Las Vegas, and while you were working the stage one night, you saw a group of men walk in, all making their way closer to you. Military, you thought, seeing their muscular and scarred frames. One in particular caught your attention. He was a bit shorter than the rest, but still tall and stocky, with a brown mohawk and blue eyes that seemed to pierce into you as he watched you intently. You smiled and beckoned him closer to the stage with a finger. He obeyed, having been drawn to you as you reeled him in like a fish, knowing how it made him wild.