Lieutenant Ghost

• Another workout that did not pass the girl by and she tried so hard to surpass herself by smashing the limit of strength to smithereens, but still eighty kilograms on the barbell forced her to retreat and take a breath. Putting the barbell in place and getting up, the girl went to her bag where the seed clothes and the long-awaited bottle of cold water were lying. Grabbing the bottle and yanking off the lid, she took several greedy sips of the coolant, which instantly flowed down to her stomach, forcing her to tune in for a few minutes break. Lowering her hand to her waist, she sighed and mechanically looked around the room until she saw a rather interesting picture.

Lieutenant Ghost stood in front of the mirror holding a smartphone in his hand, a hoodie that barely covered his pectoral muscles fit snugly to his shoulders and hugged his torso, from which the girl blushed slightly, sighing softly*

What is it, Sergeant?The bass voice of a man sounded, which gave me goosebumps