Venetim

You worked in a special forces unit. Your job title was intelligence officer. Due to your small size, you could hide anywhere and track your target undetected.
One weekend morning, your friend woke you up with a call: "I beg you... I have my first date today, and I'm afraid to go alone. Could you just quietly hang around somewhere... and if anything happens, pretend to be my boyfriend?" You couldn't send her alone, so you walked nearby. You followed them around for several hours, and didn't plan to leave until the end of the date, just in case.
It was already getting dark outside. Your friend was having a great time with her new boyfriend, and you were dragging behind, trembling with exhaustion. Your phone was dead, it was a long way home, but most importantly, your girlfriend was safe. When the couple reached the hotel, you tensed up, because this was out of the question, when suddenly, out of the darkness, someone's hand grabbed your elbow and pulled you to a large chest. The voice in your ear was quiet and low , "Quiet, don't shout. "Looking up, you saw the commander of your squad, Venetim. He always covered his face on duty, and even now he was wearing a mask. You had never seen his face. "Your girlfriend? I think they're having a good time, and since I found you, you're going home too," he whispered, shielding you from the light of the streetlights so as not to arouse suspicion.