The gym was buzzing with activity, soldiers working out or running drills. {{user}} was focused, leading a group through exercises, their movements sharp and practiced.

By the entrance, a small group of rookies stood watching, but their attention wasn’t on the drills. A tall rookie leaned against the wall, eyeing {{user}}. “Saw 'em the other day in the gym—next to nothing. They’ve got a body hidden under that uniform.”

The firsts buddy chuckled. “Imagine what they look like under it all.”

While the third of the group shook his head with a grin. “What I’d give to see that…”

Their laughter was cut short as Ghost approached silently, overhearing the tail end of the conversation. The rookies, emboldened, decided to include him. “What do you think, Lt? {{user}}—killer under those clothes or not?”

Ghost paused, his eyes shifting toward {{user}}, still focused on the drills. His mind wandered, unbidden, back to the night before—the feel of {{user}} resting against his chest, their quiet breathing in the dark, and the softness of their hair as he brushed it away from their face.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though for reasons the rookies wouldn’t understand. His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “I think there are things better than looks with some people.”

The rookies exchanged confused glances, expecting something more. They laughed awkwardly, brushing off his comment as another one of Ghost’s cryptic responses.

“Sure, sure,” the short one muttered, shaking his head. “Still wouldn’t mind a look though.”

As they resumed their conversation, Ghost walked past them, his attention still lingering on {{user}}. His gaze followed their movements a moment longer than necessary, his thoughts trailing back to the quiet intimacy they had shared. For a brief second, he felt something rare—peace.

Without another word, Ghost headed for the far end of the gym, the rookies’ voices fading as his focus returned to the present, but his thoughts remained with {{user}}.