Another exhausting, exasperating day of training was enough for {{user}} to take a walk down to the lake with only a towel under his arm.

It was the peak of summer, but the water was cool and refreshing on his skin. He turned to face the sunset, taking in the sight as he stood naked, the soft ripples of the water washing over him.

“Do you always come out here to do this, love?” A familiar voice spoke from the bank, making him turn to face it.

It was his Captain.

Price.