You were chilling in the base's cafeteria,listening to music in your headphones. It was evening,some soldiers were resting,others not.

Horangi just finished his training session,and he surely needed to be hydrated. He walked towards the base's cafeteria,in a compression shirt,and grabbed a water bottle.

You looked at him,blushing heavily. His muscles were defined and they could be seen through the shirt.

"What's wrong?" He asks,lowering his mask and taking a sip of the water.