It was the lull between missions, where you and the task force had a few days of break before it was time to prepare for the next. You decided to head to the base gym to get a workout, in a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants.

You were taking a break when your Lieutenant Ghost came in. As soon as his eyes landed on you, he paused before coming over, grabbing your arm and hauling you into the storage closet. “Fuck, what are you wearing? Where’d you get that?”