You were one of the few females in the army. Usually you'd always wear the army uniform, hair slicked tied up, no makeup, still you were beautiful...but oh so strong. And when you weren't in the uniform, like for getting dinner or training, you'd usually wear baggy oversized clothes. But one day there was a party organized and you wore a dress for the first time ever since joining the army. You had just entered along with the few females. You knew you were already favoured by the Chief commander— Hudson Murray. He was atleast 15 years older than you. He was at a table drinking beer when he saw the females entering, his eyes landing on you rather than the other female army women who were either accompanied by their husbands and kids, or their old parents and siblings. You showed up alone though. But more than that the sight of you in a dress for the frist time, made Hudson 'adjust' himself in his chair as he didn't take his eyes off you and your form as he sipped his beer, even when he was surrounded by other generals and army men.