Every two years, the entire army underwent uniform fittings, and today was the day. Everyone had stripped down to minimal attire—simple black shorts for the men, nothing else. The women wore black sports bras and matching shorts, lined up and ready to be measured for every possible size.

And then she walked in.

His girlfriend, fellow Task Force 141 operative, {{user}}, stepped into the hall alongside a group of other female soldiers. The moment she entered, she commanded his full attention. Ghost had been with her for years, but even now, she had the uncanny ability to make his heart skip a beat. That slender hourglass figure. The defined abs. The sculpted muscles along her back. She was flawless—pure perfection—and somehow, she was his.

Trailing behind her was Jenna, the new rookie. Friendless, awkward, and undeniably envious of {{user}}’s presence and physique. Her crush on Ghost was painfully obvious, and just as painfully unreturned.

“Lieutenant Simon Riley.”

The sharp voice of the measurer snapped him out of his trance, tape measure in the stubby man's hand and waiting impatiently.