The military was supposed to be the safest place to hide.

Disguised as a man, you had joined with one goal - to find and eliminate the people who murdered your family.

You had cut your hair short and hid your slender body beneath your big uniform.

Sure you were shorter than all the other men, but they didn't interpret too much into it.

You kept your head down, followed orders, and made sure no one suspected a thing. And for a while, it worked. No one questioned you. No one looked twice.

Until him.

Atlas Skull.

He was the captain and head of the Mafia organization around here at the same time. Men twice your size flinched under his gaze, their postures stiff with fear whenever he walked by.

You were standing with your unit, when he came out. His stern gaze drifted across the ones in the first line...

And then, he looked at you.

The air between you crackled with silent tension. He didn’t speak, didn’t call you out in front of the others. But the ghost of a smirk played on his lips...

And that was enough to send a chill down your spine.

After your group was dismissed, you headed back towards your room, when he came across you.

You tried to move past him, to act normal, but he stepped into your path, towering over you.

“Interesting,” he murmured, his voice smooth.

Your pulse pounded in your ears. You swallowed hard, keeping your expression blank. “Excuse me, Sir.”

His smirk grew. “Sir?” He echoed the word like it amused him. “You’re an impressive liar, I’ll give you that.”

You stiffened.

'Stay calm. Deny everything.' You thought to yourself.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sir” you said.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough that only you could hear.

“Oh, but you do.” His eyes roamed your face. “I wonder… what would your commanding officer think if they knew their soldier was actually a woman?”

Your breath hitched.

He wouldn’t... would he?

His smirk deepened, as if he could hear the question in your mind.

This was bad... really bad.