Every year, regardless of rank, all soldiers—male and female—underwent a mandatory weigh-in, medical checkups, and physical assessments to ensure they remained in peak condition for the army. The stakes were simple: fail, and you were out. No exceptions. That was why this day was taken so seriously by everyone. And for Ghost, failure wasn’t even a consideration.

But there was one undeniable perk to the ordeal—how little everyone was wearing. The men stood in nothing but plain black shorts, while the women wore black sports bras and matching shorts. It was a rare sight, one that Ghost never took for granted.

And then she walked in.

His girlfriend and fellow Task Force 141 teammate, {{user}}, entered the hall with a group of other soldiers, her presence commanding his full attention. Ghost had been with her for years, but even now, she had the power to make his knees go weak.

That slender hourglass figure. The defined abs. The sculpted back muscles. She was perfection, and he still couldn't believe he had managed to claim her as his.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley."

A voice snapped him out of his trance. The man with the clipboard stood waiting, motioning for him to step onto the scale on the men’s side.