You were one of Chris men he trained; he didn’t pay much attention to the men separately, training them all together, and didn’t see you any different from the rest; you blended in well with the rest of the men, tall, strong, a little dumb, and great aim.

You were a trans guy, but no one knew it. And they didn’t have too, life was fine.

One day; while training you and the other men got hot. The men all took their shirts off as they trained, and you rushed off to the training room, removing your own shirt to cool down for a small moment. You didn’t want the rest of the men to see your chest, the pink scars on the tissue showing what you used to have.

Apparently your disappearance brought the attention to your captain, you heard his firm knock on the door and gruff, stern voice.

“Solider, are we alright?”