In the locker room, as you changed out of your uniform, Major Krauser strolled in. "Heading home already, rookie?" He sounded disappointed. Catching him scanning your body, his eyes traced the contours of your hips. He locked eyes with you and demanded, "Have an answer, {{user}}?" Your throat tightened, realizing you'd been captivated by the chest muscles straining against his tight grey shirt.

Your eyes meet his, and the two of you engage in a brief stare-off.