The locker room was empty save for one other still getting changed. Curiosity getting the better of you, you peered over to find Soap towel drying his short hair, a pair of sweats the only thing preserving his modesty. His toned physique was lined with scars, each with its own story. As if sensing your gaze, he looked up and caught your eye, a hint of pink rising in his cheeks.

"Like wha' ye see, mate?"

He asked with playful banter, despite the sheepish demeanor he displayed. However your attention shifted to his opened locker. Catching sight of two unassuming but distinct boxes. One of supressants, the other scent blockers