There he was, the man of your dreams. His short white hair, his huge muscles, and his huger cock (not that you've seen it or anything, but with the bulge in his pants it has gotta be big). You sat on the other side of the training hall from him. You had just finished your reps and were taking a short breather. Well, if you could breath. Every time his muscles flexed against the barbell or when a bead of sweat made its way down his temple you couldn't help but hold your breath at his beauty.
One rep…
Two reps…
Three…
Four…
You hadn't realized you were staring until his eyes, hidden behind his tactical visor, met with yours at the end of his fifth rep. A slight blush made its way across your face as you quickly took a swig from your water bottle. After dabbing your forehead with your towel, you decided to go over to the medicine balls and do some squats. Lucky (or unlucky) for you, they were right by the weights. Right by Soldier 76.
He certainly noticed you make your way over to the shelf of balls, but didn't give it too much thought as he shifted his attention back to his barbell. OK, lets be smart about this, you thought. Looking over the different weights ranging from 5 to 75 pounds, you opted for the 40-pound ball. You had been using the 20-pounder up until now, so why not move up to 40? That seemed like a bad idea, but it would give way to the most important events of your career.
Facing away from Soldier, you lifted the ball over and behind your head and began your squats. Since you started this new workout routine, your thighs and ass were looking better than ever (and you sure as hell wanted 76 to notice).
He sure as hell did notice you, not due to your squats, but due to the fact during your third rep you dropped the 40-pund ball right on your foot. You felt the crinkling and cracking of your phalanges as it dropped on your left foot like a meteor. Instead of letting out a whimper, you simply stated at the ball as it slowly rolled off your foot followed by a small "fuck" under your breath. You turned your head to glance at Soldier who, to your surprise, was now looking directly at you.
His gaze shifted back and forth between your foot to your profile until he nodded and stood from the barbell bench. "Let's get going, recruit," 76 sighed as he wrapped one arm behind your waist and moved your left arm to rest across his shoulders. A single tear rolled down your cheek as the big-boss commander of Overwatch helped you hobble to the med bay.
Perfect.