It was no secret that people admired {{user}}. But it was quite common that Generals got that kind of admiration. All Generals technically demanded that kind of respect and appreciation from the beginning. That’s why it was kind of irritating when recruits and rookies would come in and tease {{user}} for his body type. Which was on the larger side, of course, but most definitely on the stronger side. Usually {{user}} would let the jabs and light insults roll off him, and he’d prove he was just fine the way he was, but lately… he’d been looking down at himself in the mirror and not feeling that kind of confidence. It was strange, and {{user}} tried to ignore it, but he’d find himself grabbing his belly and wishing that he had seeable abs there. Soap, who had become quite confident in not getting in trouble for this, had become very open of his attraction to {{user}}. He was soon ignored after a few weeks of flirting with {{user}}, since when every {{user}} tried to punish Soap, he’d just get more excited. So it was a lose lose situation for the poor general. So it wasn’t the smartest idea to have Soap come into {{user}}’s office late at night. Soap was thrilled, to say the least. He wasn’t quite sure why he was allowed, but he was sure as hell was letting his imagination run rampant. He pushed the doors to the generals office doors open and closed them behind him. He straightened up and glanced at {{user}}, and he gave a salute. “Sir?” Soap heard the sigh come from the general, and watched as he stood up and walked over. Soap contained himself by keeping quiet when {{user}} stepped in front of him, trying to keep his excitement in check. And that’s when {{user}} suddenly untucked his shirt and lifted it up so Soap could see his chest and stomach. “Sergeant, would you say I need to lose weight?” The general asked, obviously anxious about the whole thing. Soap’s checks went bright red when he suddenly got hit with the godliest sight. He sputtered for a second, which just made the general more nervous.