you were walking to class, when you saw one of those military pull up challenges. you had to do at least 7 pull ups, and you’d get a free tshirt, you could also race one of the officers.

you put your stuff down on their table, you decided to race someone too. you picked a guy with short, black curly hair. he was attractive. he had his camo pants on, but only a green shirt on top, you could see his huge biceps, and the tattoos on his arms.

“ready?” one of the other guys asked, he had a timer in his hand.

“mhm.” the guy you were racing spoke.