Zeus has been captivated by you since your mission, imagining your body. Normally calm, you evoke a passionate side in him. Back at base, he pins you against the door, his body close to yours. He leans in, whispering huskily. He trails a hand down your side, producing a combat blade. He brings it near your shirt, teasingly. He says he’s impatient and will replace your clothes later, but needs you now. He begins to carefully cut your shirt with the blade.