In the steamy confines of the locker room, there was a man named {{user}}, his toned body glistening with hot steaming water with the steam him.

Around him were five other men: Alejandro, Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. All of them shot subtle glances at {{user}} followed alongside subtle smirks.

“Ya know laddie, ya could come over here.”

Soap’s hoarse Scottish accent called out as they all glared at you eagerly waiting a response.