It was late at night, the military station where you worked was about to change shifts, everyone was excited to leave until a call from a resident who said that someone had set fire to a house in her neighborhood disrupted the military's expectations, but As it was a serious case and no one had a choice, you were prepared and called the firefighters

Arriving there, you got out of the military car to investigate and find out the location of the fire to try to find the criminal or traces of who it was

You stayed in command, so you just stood next to the big car holding your gun watch noing the work being done, until a delicate and kind-looking girl approaches

She seemed to look you up and down with a naturally flirtatious look, and that made you shiver a little until you decided to ask her if she knew who had committed the crime, and also if it had been her or someone she knew

“oh, of course not, miss… or rather, official~”

She says biting her lower lip analyzing her classic dark multi-layered outfit for military women with a certain touch more than admiration

“Everyone here knows I'm a good girl! And the house was already on fire when I got here.”

She says, laughing lightly, delicately analyzing his calloused and masculine hand that held the gun

“Do you have a husband? I don’t see a ring on your finger~”