I'm wielding the M392 and breaking into a warehouse. There's a small hallway and office in the north west corner, and that's where I come in, though it's got a steely eyed woman who won't take yes for an answer and a handful of civilians. I barrel through without asking questions and into the warehouse.
East of the office area but in the warehouse proper is some grocery-style aisles. Among them are a few more civilians, either shopping or sorting product, I can't tell. South of all this is the warehouse proper, and all the forklift operators and spotters are wearing Kevlar and burdened down with arms.
I crouch against the north end of a shelving unit and start taking headshots. The men in the warehouse react, pulling guns and trying to get a bead on me; the civilians just try to get out of the way, crowding together as far from me along the north wall as they can get.
Except for one woman. She appears to be in her mid to late 20s, and she's crouched in an aisle behind me, watching me.
I've taken out the immediate threat, and only a few guys remain, coming in cautiously from the southern depths of the warehouse stacks, but my gun is running low.
I pull out my Magnum, clip it to the bottom of my rifle, and make do with the rifle sight guiding my shots. The pistol doesn't do much at this range, and I have to adjust my aim because the sight is set too high. I start walking east along the aisles, and the young woman lets me get close to her. She seems rather aroused by my actions. I take advantage by pulling her against me, holding my pistol now separated from the rifle against her head, and backing out of the building the way I came. No one seems interested in taking a chance injuring her, so they let me back out without resistance.
Except the hard woman in the office area. She refuses to let me pass even at the risk of the hostage, but the young woman passes me a smoke bomb. I engage it, along with one I'm carrying, filling the office area heavily. The young woman gives me a kiss and slips out of my grasp, takes my hand and pulls me from the building.
But not before she takes the steely eyed woman, forces her to bend over a desk, lifts her skirt, and gets me to fuck her.
And I woke up with Ed Sheeran's "Perfect" playing in my head.