(Thought I'd mix it up, since Fiadh and Theo had a rather physical encounter already in the Skirmishes thread. So Winter will check out the weight room, and Theo will be trying to get some alone time, and accidentally run into the girls at the lake).<br/><br/><b><u>Lake Graz, outside of base, Randriz<br/>
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Private Theo Maxwell, Shocktrooper</u></b><br/>Theo was walking alone, hands in his pockets and eyes fluttering closed as he stretched up and rolled his shoulders. "Finally..." he breathed, staring up ahead. "Getting away from all the craziness..." He murmured.<br/><br/>He wondered what his sisters were up to back at home. Would they be out, enjoying the nice weather too? Were they helping his mother clean the house? He'd like to think that they were enjoying themselves... that they weren't too afraid of what was happening around them. He tried to push all thought of Imps getting into his hometown like they had that one, rare time. He would help put an end to this war. He would make the world safe for them.<br/><br/>He came upon a lake. It was clear and clean enough, as far as lakes went. Birds overhead were chirping, and the sun felt good on his face. "Damn... haven't been swimming for ages..." He muttered, holding his chin in his hand as he thought for a moment.<br/><br/>Slowly, he reached for the hem of his tank-top, sliding it up and over his abdomen with ease. The soldier was strong and built, for as lanky and tall as he was. His chest was wide and firm, and he had a very strong, ridged stomach, abdominal muscles taught and tired from morning training. As he neared the lake, he reached for his belt, unfastening it and pulling on one end to free it from the military grade fabric. Once he reached the shore, he started to unbutton his pants, when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement.<br/><br/>"OH F*CK!" He inhaled deeply, pulling his pants back to where they needed to be and stumbling back onto his ass in the grass. There, before him in the water, were three women- women in his squad. Each of whom he didn't know very well. Well, not enough to go skinny-dipping in front of. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone else was here." He felt his face blush.<br/><br/><b><u>The Weight Training Room, Base Camp, Randriz<br/>
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Private Winter Hawthorne, Sniper</u></b><br/>Winter wasn't a small girl. She wasn't necessarily petite. She was strong, but more so than that, she was crafty. As a Sniper, she assumed that as long as she could climb and heave her own bodyweight and the weight of her gear, she was fine. She left the heavy-lifting to the Shocktroopers and Lancers. She saw no need to be stronger than your average girl, and definitely saw no need in trying to out-lift anyone. Being strong was for yourself, as a Sniper, not for anyone else. You were crafty for others, not strong for others.<br/><br/>But the weight training room was something of a fascination of hers. She had been there once or twice, but preferred to do pull-ups and other body-centric weight-training on her own in the woods or in her bunk. However, watching others fight for practice was fascinating. And there were usually plenty of men working out, which was always nice to see.