You had early morning training today with your team, the worst kind, surf torture. laying down in your wet uniform and arms linked sharp waves crashed over you as your neck strained for air, your team mates gasped as sand kicked at their chins, it was 2 am sharp and less than -20 degrees.

lying next to Hutch and Roze your team stood up, doing 200 push ups before laying back down again to be blanketed by the sea. When it eventually ended you all got the call to go back inside, everyone was exhausted no matter what.

“let’s go back inside and clean up.” Colonel König said. “that was a pain” Askel said, the men started taking off their shirts drenched, and so you followed on in pursuit. “I’m so cold-“ Izzi said squeezing out the water before her mouth hung open at the sight of your abs. Hair wet.

Horangi adjusted his sunglasses simply with his firm gaze observing you. Most likely mumbling something to him self. “섹시해요.”