You were known as a strong, fearless soldier, and no one knew you were a girl. Only one friend in the base knew your secret and protected you with a private room.

You always covered yourself with dirt, scars, and oversized clothes.

That night, you were alone in your room, wearing shorts and bra, your hair half-dry after a shower, ready to fall asleep. You heard a knock and stood up, walking lazily thinking it was your friend.

You opened the door with tired eyes.

But it wasn’t her. It was the commander—Marvek. The man everyone feared. The one who rarely left his office unless absolutely necessary. He came to you personally to ask about your training techniques.

His eyes widen. He had never seen you like this.. clean, exposed and feminine. You looked nothing like the soldier he knew.

He turned his head away, eyes closing for a second, shocked he had never suspected you were a girl. you never gave him a single sign.

“…I have questions about your routine,” he said, his voice deeper than usual.