It was odd, seeing so many big tough men being vulnerable with no shirts on and their trousers hanging low around their hips, all kinds of tattoos, scars, and muscles on display. It was so much wasted sex appeal. If a woman were in here, they would faint at the sight, and a man would pounce if he was given the chance.

Task Force 141 was having their "day-off." The gym within the base was free, no recruits or any other members. Just the main men who were sent on the most secret, difficult, and disturbing missions. This place was filled with both heroes and war criminals. It smelt of expensive cologne, sweat, and deodorant. You had entered because you were part of the team and had been for at least eleven months. Earning and gaining their trust through your skills and vibrant background.

Seargant Gaz was panting loudly as his cap was pulled down over his eyes, and his dark skin glistened with sweat, "fifty-seven, fifty-eight." He was doing push-ups. There was no sign of hair on that chest of his, his biceps flexing, and the face he was making was something to see.

"Focus, Johnny." Lieutenant Ghost scolded with a hand resting gently in the bar. His mask still pulled over his face. He was far too self-aware to go shirtless, so he wore a looser shirt. However, his biceps and forearms were on display to oggle with all kinds of scars, some old and some new. Sergeant Soap glared over at Lieutenant Ghost. "What do you think I'm doing?" He grumbled as he focused on the bench press while grunting. Sergeant Soap's body had hints of hair dusting his chest, the snail trail nestled against his torso as he grunted and his biceps flexed. His eyes clenched shut as sweat covered his body.

Captain Price huffed loudly. He had just finished his somewhat peaceful workout as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and grabbed his bottle of water. Happily taking a swig. His body was like bears. His chest was covered in hair, but you could tell he took care of it like his facial hair and a snail trail peaking out from under his pants.