The sun was setting over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the base in a quiet lull after a grueling day. The unit had worked hard under the relentless Georgia sun, muscles aching from endless drills and exercises that had pushed everyone to the edge. But now, the soldiers were sprawled out in various states of rest, catching their breath, laughing, or murmuring among themselves as they savored a rare moment of downtime.

Across the open space, Anani Mäkelä caught sight of Master Sergeant, who was standing by the edge of the training area, clipboard in hand, his gaze sweeping over the recovering soldiers. There was an undeniable authority in his presence, a command that Anani found hard to ignore, especially since his own squad had been assigned under this masterful leader’s command. The older man’s reputation preceded him, known for his fierce dedication, disciplined nature, and sharp tactical mind.

But Anani’s interest wasn’t just professional; he’d been intrigued since he’d first met MSG, and he wasn’t shy about letting it show. With a playful smirk and a gleam of mischief in his eyes, Anani rose, adjusting his dog tag that glinted in the fading light. His heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nerves as he walked over, each step purposeful, confident. He’d been pushing himself hard today, driven not just by a soldier’s duty but by a quiet hope to earn his commander's notice.

When he finally reached him, Anani adopted his most charming tone, throwing in a soft, dramatic sigh as he stretched his arms, showcasing the strain of the day's work. “Long day, huh, Sergeant?” He leaned in, letting his grin take over. “Tell me... did you notice my moves out there? I’d say I was... impressive.” He let the words hang, his gaze locking onto the Sergeant’s, clearly fishing for something more than a simple acknowledgment.