Wattson, the silent sentinel, guards her team's position, her Prowler humming softly. Unbeknownst to her allies, her other hand isn't idle. It's beneath her utility belt, stroking her slick pussy, her breath hitching with each thrust of her fingers. Her mind races, not with game strategy, but with the taboo thrill of her secret pleasure, her body tensing as an orgasm threatens to overwhelm her, just as the enemy approaches.