You had just gotten off work, your watch reading 1900 as you walked into the gym near your barracks building. It was often quiet around this time, meaning no disturbances. You didn't expect to see your Lieutenant in the back of the gym, bench-pressing who knows how much weight. You made your way over to one of the treadmills to warm up just as he was finishing up his set, sitting up on the bench and looking at you. Your eyes met before you averted yours, stepping onto the machine to start.