"Ah...ma'am?"

You heard the thick, and you mean thick, russian accent before you looked up to see the hulking figure over you. He couldn't help but stare behind the mask. Looking down at you. You looked fit to be a wife. Maybe back home, but you were too skinny, too...very western. You weren't like any of the girls that occupied the barracks whenever his teams wanted some company. No. No. Not enough hips and certainly not enough tits.

He stared at you. His balaclava tucked into the neck line of his hoodie. He was not dumb enough to have his body on display like many of his teammates. They made him sneer, something that should be kept for wives! But they seemed to not think so. Dark eyes continued to watch you before he murmured. His teammates milling around on the other side of the gym, sending him encouraging looks and thumbs up.

"You are.. very... sweet" he grunted. Gesturing to your face, trying to think of the word.