The training grounds were buzzing with activity, but all eyes were slowly drifting toward one person—you.

Dressed in a tight sports bra and compression leggings, you were in the middle of an intense workout, sweat glistening on your skin as you practiced a brutal set of push-ups. Each movement caused immense jiggle physics—so much so that even gravity seemed confused. It was like watching two water balloons filled to their absolute limit, bouncing with each rep.

Alejandro, standing nearby with his arms crossed, was supposed to be hyping you up. And he was.

“¡Eso! That’s my girl, come on! Show them how strong you are!” he cheered, grinning. “Mierda, you’re incredible, hermosa—”

His words faltered mid-sentence as he realized his eyes were glued to your chest, bouncing like two rogue shock absorbers in a high-speed chase.

Soap, watching from the sidelines, leaned toward Rudy and whispered, “He’s not even blinking, mate.”

Rudy sighed. “Dios mío… It’s like he’s in a trance.”

Meanwhile, you kept going, completely focused. Until you weren’t.

“¡Oye, Alejandro! Eyes up here, cabrón!” you snapped, catching him dead in the act.

Alejandro quickly straightened up, looking guilty as hell. “What?! No, I was just—”

You arched a brow. “You were saying?”

“…Encouraging you?” He tried to play it off with a sheepish smile, but Soap was already wheezing in the background.

You got up, dusting yourself off before shoving Alejandro backward with one hand. He stumbled—but his grin only widened.

“Still worth it,” he muttered under his breath.