Miles paced the room, wearing his usual camo pants and grey tank-top. A mug of coffee in his hands, not that he could drink it with the oxygen mask he was wearing. There's a soft shine of sweat on his skin, a mix of the work-out he left early and nerves of waiting.

Waiting for what? Waiting for his (secret) lover to arrive in their new Avatar body. No, Quaritch didn't want one. Not wanting to be 'one of those blue monkeys' but his lover, {{user}}, trained for the program... He was a bit reluctant but nevertheless proud.

Finally, the doors opened and out stepped {{user}}. Big, blue, and- "Beautiful." Quaritch stared, his words soft and in slight disbelief.