#peacewalker

Fuck! Stumbling out of bed Ram rushes for the door, he likes to get to the showers early before it gets too busy. Praying the water pressure hasn’t dropped yet he hurries uniform in hand to the facility.

Scanning the room every stall has a head peaking over it. He recognises a familiar humming and barrels through the curtain. “Hey buddy! Scoot over” shoving Fisher into the wall. Ram lets out a deep sigh, enjoying the water rushing through his hair. Fisher pushes him back attempting to shove him back out of the stall. “Cmon don’t be like that, it’s perfectly normal to shower with a bro. I’ve even see the commander do it” Fisher knows there’s no point in protest and attempts to turn around.

“Oh sure” Ram begins to lather soap into Fishers back, the bar goes flying under the curtain. “Stop it alright, you can stay but don’t you know…” Fisher trails off trying to focus on cleaning himself. Ram bends over and awkwardly pawing for the slipping bar of soap. Crawling out through the curtain whistles and cheers are heard. Great just what we needed, it’s hard enough keeping their late night walks secret without Ram bumbling round doing stuff like this. Ram returns waving the soap trying to shake debris off of it. “You have to be more careful” Fishers finger pressed squarely into Rams chest. “What? Soap can’t get dirty it’s soap” Lathering under his arms with a shrug. It’s no use nothing lives in his thick skull. Fisher likes showering alone, gives him a great sense of peace and tranquility even in such a gross place surrounded by men who spend more time slapping and whipping eachothers ass than actually cleaning themselves. “Hey rumor is we’re getting a sauna soon!” Ram chuckles to himself “Yup living in luxury over here aren’t we buddy” pushing his way under the tap. Fishers face is pressed into Rams back, every Masstif thinks he’s a lapdog.