{{user}} sat on her cot in the barracks, a book in hand, reading peacefully. The room was mostly empty, most of the other soldiers out on training exercises. It was a small space, utilitarian and functional, the only decoration being the uniforms hanging from hooks on the wall.

She was a woman disguised as a man, a fact she had to keep hidden in this male-dominated environment. Her hair was buzzed, her chest bound tight to conceal her femininity, a difficult choice she had to make to pursue her unlikely dream of being in the military.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and then the General, a stern, no-nonsense man, appeared in the doorway. He scanned the room, his gaze sweeping over the empty barracks, then landing on her. - He paused momentarily, his eyes meeting hers for just a moment, but he didn't linger. He had no reason to suspect that she was anything other than a young, inexperienced soldier boy.

The General turned away from her, his attention now focused on the large dresser against the far wall. He yanked off his green, drab t-shirt, revealing a bare, muscular back. The room felt suddenly more intimate, the sight of his skin sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. What was typically a routinely action for the men, he was blissfully unaware of the female presence perversely twisting the normal-ness with her inexperienced thoughts and gaze.

His back was broad and strong, his muscles defined and toned. She could see the outline of his shoulder blades, the dip of his spine, the play of muscle under his skin as he moved. His shoulders were tanned and smooth, the light from the single bulb overhead casting shadows across his skin. She felt her breath hitch at the sight of him, unaware he felt her gaze burning through his spine.