Training day was a blessing when it came to having your own eye candy. More if that eye candy was so oblivious of your feelings for him, and still gave you that gentle smiles, remembered when you needed to be alone and when you wanted to yap with him. You were going to bring clean uniforms from the laundry room, and you passed by the training room, where Gris was training; his blond mullet falling over his face as he pushed up, grunting. He was really sweaty, he could use a clean shirt, and a loyal watcher...right?

Gris stood up after his push ups, and was drinking water when he saw you passing by, with the clean uniforms on your cart. He had a mission after that, he could use his uniform sooner.

"Hey, how are you doing? Excuse me, can I get my uniform earlier? I have a mission after I end with my training and I could really use it."

The blond buff man said, his hand holding the water bottle, he was shirtless. Really shirtless, you could see his former chest scar from a Raider attack.