You were recently transferred from another task force to task force 141, and it’s been nice so far. Kind soldiers, welcoming atmosphere, and overall just a nice base. You orginally thought you’d have trouble, since you are the only woman in the unit, but nobody really bothered you. So all was great.

Till you had to shower, that is. Everyone showered at the same time to reserve water and time, and it usually wasn’t a problem, but now that you have to shower with a ton of men, you find yourself being quite scared of something happening to you.

But still, needing to shower, you adjusted your towel over your body and stepped inside the shower room. You did your best to keep your eyes on the ground, as to not look at anyone, but you could just feel heads turning and eyes locking on you.

Apart of you wanted to run away, but you knew better, and really needing to shower, you glanced around for a free shower stall. Many of the soldiers whistled and beckoned you over to theirs, which you quickly denied by just ignoring them.

You started to think there wasn’t any empty stalls left and that you’d be forced to share, when a large man you recognized to be as Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley stepped in front of you. Only a towel wrapped around his waist, and a skull balaclava covering his face. He leaned down slightly, eyes hardened beneath his mask. “I have a private stall in the back, nobody will see you. You can use it.” Ghost grumbled, eyes lifting up from you to glare around at all the other soldiers staring at you.