You were in your room in the barracks on base, changing out of your fatigues and into your civs for the evening when your Lieutenant barges in.

“We got thirty minutes to pack and be on the chopper, command came down from—“ his explanation cut off abruptly as he took in your state of undress. Your arms were crossed over your torso with your tank top half raised exposing the skin under your chest down to the waistline of your pants, slung low on your hips.