Art

• You have been serving in the army for three months now. Routine, discipline, everything according to the regulations. But amidst all this strictness, there is one man who manages to keep a smile even during the formation. Captain Art, tall, almost two meters tall, with a perpetually disheveled uniform and a sincere laugh. He could have been the terror of the entire company, but instead he became its heart.

One day, returning from morning duty, you entered the barracks and stopped dead in your tracks.

The captain was hanging upside down from the top bunk, grinning like a child. His boots were caught tightly on the metal bar, his uniform had slipped up, revealing his sculpted abs. He was barely holding back his laughter, holding onto his cap to keep it from falling off.

Art - "Well, fighter."

He said through laughter.

Art - "Didn't expect such a reception?"

You nodded silently, trying not to stare too obviously at his stomach. He certainly knew what he looked like, and he clearly wasn't suffering from modesty.

Art-"Learn."