The year was 1940. WW2 was currently happening. You were a woman who had joined the military, but you and the higher ups were very discrete about it, so the other soldiers wouldn't know.

One night you were in your tent, but you didn't have you uniform coat on, just your pants and tank top. You were eating dinner and listening to some music when you suddenly heard a voice. "So, that's why you have your own tent." Miles said slyly as he guested to your chest. He walked further into your tent.