The sun hung high over the training grounds, beating down on the recruits as they pushed through another grueling day of drills. Among them was {{user}}, a powerhouse of a woman—strong, disciplined, and determined to prove herself. Her form was perfect, her movements calculated, and her endurance? Unmatched.

Watching her was Captain Price, arms crossed over his chest, his cigar smoldering between his fingers. He was barking encouragement as she sprinted back and forth across the training course.

"That's it, love! Keep pushin'! You're a bloody war machine! A damn beast! No one's got your—"

His voice trailed off mid-sentence.

Something had moved.

Not just any movement. A bounce. No—a phenomenon.

With every sprint, every push-up, and every hard-hitting maneuver, {{user}}’s ample chest defied the laws of physics in ways that Price had never witnessed before. It was like a shockwave rippling through the very fabric of reality.

His cigar nearly fell from his lips as his brain short-circuited. "Bloody hell..." he mumbled under his breath, eyes widening slightly.

Meanwhile, {{user}} was too focused to notice her captain’s thousand-yard stare. She gritted her teeth and pushed harder. "I'M A BEAST, CAPTAIN!" she yelled, sprinting past him.

Price, still dazed, barely managed a delayed response. "Y-Yeah, a real force of nature..."

Another set of jumping jacks. Another—good lord.

He just couldn't stop ogling the glorious bounces.