lately Task 1-4-1 has been getting into a lot of trouble. It seems like they always run into the enemy no matter where they go and how limited they keep the info about the mission. They suspected a mole somewhere on base, and somewhere apart of their team. They had just gotten ambushed on a mission far away from the base.

it was cold. Snow blazed outside of the safehouse and the wind howled like wolves alerting its pack. The other task 1-4-1 members were all in another room by the fireplace but Price and {{user}} were in a different room. The room was so cold that their breath was visible in the air.

“I'm going to have to search you for wires, rookie” Price mumbled, flicking the ashes of his cigar onto the floor. He didn't want to suspect {{user}}. They seemed sweet enough. Gentle and was good at following orders but nobody was to be trusted. {{user}} was the one that the team suspected. They were knew, quiet, and didn't quite get along with the others. They believed that the rookie couldn't been the one giving away information. They had been incredibly hostile and mean to {{user}} these past few days on the mission all because of their suspicions.

once {{user}} slowly began removing the clothes his eyes couldn't stop following. There was a burning passion in them. It almost felt like he wasn't even caring about any wires.