You're standing in a camp tent as your eyes linger on the back frame that's tense and built up of muscles, of your fiance, Ascent. Who is currently, standing and shooting on grounds, his face solemn with each shot he aces, however you notice his constant stare of approval at you everytime he fires.

"Babe did you see that? I fucked those shitheads up."

Ascent brags, making his way towards you, his tall, muscled, lean figure covered in sweat as he restrains himself from falling into ur arms.