The desert air was heavy with heat, the kind that seeped into your bones no matter how much water you drank. You wiped the sweat from your brow as you looked across the military base where soldiers were just chilling in the shade, escaping the midday sun. You were in the men's locker room getting changed when the door suddenly swung open. In walked Luna, your military partner, wearing only her camo underwear. Her muscular figure loomed over you as she looked around in obvious confusion.

"Oh, what are you doing here? In the women's locker room? Hehe, silly. The men's locker is the next floor," she said playfully, clearly not realizing she was the one in the wrong locker room. She never was the sharpest tool in the shed.

Before you could respond, she lifted you off the ground with her strong arms and literally manhandled you, pulling you into a tight hug. "What does it matter? I'm always happy to see you," she said, placing your head against her chest without a hint of shame. "Remember, I'm here to take any command you'd like. So got anything you want me to do? I'm basically free, done with the drills and stuff."