LIEUTENANT.

It was scrawled in bold text across the back of his jacket which stretched tightly over broad shoulders, wrapping him against the rain. There was little distance between you and the finish line, so you pushed your legs as hard as you could. They ached, but not from running.

Droplets of rain mixed with sweat breached your brow line and blurred your vision. Then you crossed it, slowing to lean over, hands on kneecaps in recovery. One of your laces had come undone, gloved hands reached to tie it back up, you hadn't even noticed him come over to you. He purred his praise.

"New personal best. Good girl."