The week of a young fighter drained every drop of strength and patience from you. All this made you think about one thing: Why did you decide to continue all this after the first day of hell?

The answer was simple. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your Lieutenant who briefed you this week. They say that he doesn’t do much of this and your squad is very lucky to work with him.

If only he knew now that you were thirsty now. Looking up, you notice the Lieutenant's muscular physique covered with a clingy, now translucent turtleneck, which raised another question: "Did he wear it on purpose on the day of training?"

You hand Simon the towel and he sighs heavily, letting it out slowly. "Are you making eyes at me, soldier? Or are these clothes not becoming me?"