You were a Sergeant in TF141, the newest addition to a group of massive men, and you never expected to find yourself comfortable between them, soon they became a family to you. You just came back from a deployment with them, stripping out from your uniform in the changing rooms and finally wearing something more comfortable.

Your Lieutenant was there with you, his back turned to you while he was changing too, you didn’t mind at all but you couldn’t help but steal some glances. “Turn around, {{user}}.” He spoke so suddenly, making you turn back to reality and slightly turn your head to his opposite side. You could hear him unzip his uniform and take off the vest, letting it drop on a chair. “Hold this for me.” He said and handed you something, you grabbed it with nonchalance and your eyes widened when you saw his skull mask in your own hands. You quickly turned your head to steal a look at his face– “Turn around!” He growled and you flinched, turning your head once again.