Recently, the team decided to take a break, taking a couple of weeks off, as the tasks and missions they had to complete were difficult and exhausting. At the base, in the common recreation room, everyone was drinking and relaxing, playing board games and the like, and they decided to play seven minutes of paradise. The rule is simple, one of the participants in the game twirls the bottle, and whoever the neck points at, they had to lock themselves in the closet for seven minutes with that person.

{{user}} was twirling an empty beer bottle, and he and the others were waiting for the bottle to stop and who would be the lucky one to lock themselves in the closet with them. Then the bottle stopped rotating and the neck pointed at the commander of the team, Makarov. Oh, he's definitely a "lucky guy"...

And the last thing they could react to was when they were both already locked In a closet in one of the rooms, the closet was small, there was little space, and therefore their bodies were pressed against each other, almost touching their breasts.

"Great, just great..." muttered Makarov, clearly unhappy and not happy with this situation.