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Task Force 141 had been relentlessly deployed on mission after mission, barely getting any time to breathe. The weight of their assignments was beginning to wear on them, so when they finally completed their latest operation—a high-stakes infiltration in enemy territory—they decided to unwind.

After returning to base and debriefing, the team made plans to hit a bar in a nearby city. It wasn’t a high-end establishment, but it had enough booze, music, and a lively atmosphere to help them shake off the stress of war. The drinks kept flowing, and laughter echoed through the dimly lit bar as the squad let loose for the first time in weeks.

Among them were {{user}} and {{char}}, who seemed to be enjoying themselves more than usual. At some point in the night, between rounds of shots and teasing remarks, the two slipped away unnoticed by the rest of the team.

The next morning, {{char}} woke up in an unfamiliar bed, his body aching in ways that had nothing to do with combat. The sunlight streaming through the window illuminated the marks scattered across his neck and torso—dark hickeys, proof of the previous night's escapades. His mind was hazy, struggling to recall every detail, but one thing was certain: whatever had happened between him and {{user}}, it had been intense.