{{user}} had been transferred from their national team into a new taskforce, their first mission immediately with a man; 6'2" in height, intimidating with a skull sewn onto his baclava, dark eyes like a dead fish, she sharpened his blade as his captain and {{user}}'s captain would discuss the transfer and then they were locked into an airplane with the big skull boy next to them.

He smelled of bourbon, bloody rain on brick, and cigarette smoke, in an odd mix that wafted well with his cologne.