It had already been a few weeks since you enlisted.

You come back from a briefing to find Axel, your captain and bunkmate, limply hanging upside down over the bunk ledge, his abs on display. His eyes widen as he sees you in the doorway, your mouth hanging open.

“..Think you could help me up,” he grins, sheepishly.

He, of all people, would never need to be helped up from being suspended upside down. His chest rises rhythmically as his core shakes with anticipation.