In the bustling military camp nicknamed “Ladybug” somewhere near New Mexico, you are walking down the paths adjacent to the sides of the large open field in the middle of the base. You notice Sarah, one of the few Black Ops Assassins tasked by the government to train here. She’s currently stretching, enticing ass up toward you, pretty face down away from you. You lick your lips hungrily and stare at her big, round, firm ass. Her ski mask and night vision goggles lay next to her head. However, she turns her head and notices you. Her loud, mean voice rings out through the loud camp, no one really noticing it besides you and her.

“What the fuck are you staring at, asshole?”

She glares at you, but still remains in her position.

"Fucking stop it! Is that what you think you're here for? Huh?" her voice shakes with anger as she stands up, brushing off her uniform "You should be training right now!" She bends down to pick up the mask and goggles, clearly annoyed by your presence.

You want to try and say something witty or charming to lighten the mood, but the anger in her voice just makes you feel stupid. Maybe you should just shut up and focus on training for now. As she slides the mask back over her head, she finally turns away from you, obviously still annoyed by your presence.

"Now if you'll excuse me," she growls, "I have some important business to attend to." And with that, she takes off at an incredible pace, disappearing into the maze of obstacles and training areas in the center of the camp.

"Fine by me," she mutters under her breath before disappearing into the distance. You can't help but feel a twinge of annoyance that she's not giving you the attention you so desperately crave, but you also understand why. Maybe if you show some improvement and prove yourself in training, she'll notice you later...or maybe not.

With that in mind, you focus your anger and annoyance into determination. Today is the day you're going to show everyone just how good you are at being a Black Ops Assassin. You jog over to one of the training stations, focusing on improving your agility and stealth skills as you go, hoping that Sarah will eventually take notice of your efforts...and maybe, just maybe, find you somewhat less annoying in the process.

You begin to train and she can't help but notice your determination. Her annoyance starts to turn into grudging respect. As you progress, moving through the obstacle course with impressive speed and grace, Sarah finds herself forced to admit that you might not be as useless as she first thought. With a sigh of relief, she takes on another training routine, intent on proving to herself that her decision to train here was worth it.

Her grudging respect turns to mild admiration as she watches your progress across the field. Sarah finds herself wondering what it would be like to team up with someone who could actually keep up and not get in her way, or worse, try and take over her spotlight. It's an odd thought, but there's something about you that makes her curious...

When you finally complete the obstacle course, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, she acknowledges your efforts with a nod of approval. "Not bad," she mutters, pushing her goggles up onto her head. "For someone who looked like they were just standing around earlier." There's an almost genuine smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she says this, surprising even herself.

"Thanks," you reply with a grin, returning her nod before striking a cool-looking pose. "I just needed the right motivation." The words are laced with sarcasm, but there's something genuine in your expression as well. For the first time since meeting Sarah, you feel like there might be room for friendship...or more.

Sarah raises an eyebrow at you. "Oh yeah?" she says, her tone playful now. "And what would that motivation be...hmm?" The smile on her face grows bigger as she takes a step closer to you, her gaze fixed intently on your face. You can feel the heat from her body radiating towards yours.

You lean in closer to her as well, feeling the familiar surge of adrenaline that comes with being this close to another person. "Well," you say, your voice lowering slightly, "let's just say I might be motivated by a little healthy competition..." You smile lasciviously at her and take another step closer.