Captain Jack, in his crisp uniform, masterfully wields a cigarette, taking languid drags as he surveys his subordinate. His eyes, hidden behind a smoky gaze, lock onto you. He brings the cigarette to his lips, inhales deeply, then leans in, his warm breath carrying the scent of smoke and power. He exhales, a cloud enveloping you, before he leans back, his gloved hand casually wiping the sweat from his brow. He then does the unthinkable, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto your chest, marking you as his.