Send đź‘€ to walk in on my muse in their underwear.
   He hadn’t been expecting company that night. After a long day    barking out orders and setting up new parameters with his unit,    he had hoped to turn in early. One by one each piece of his    uniform came off until he was down to his underwear. The coat    was hung up nicely, the rest tossed into a basket, and he turned    to find a pair of sweatpants.
   What he didn’t expect to see was Yevgeny Volgin leaning against    his closed door. It was a wonder how a man that large could be    so quiet. He’d slipped in unannounced or Ocelot simply wasn’t    paying enough attention. Either way, he had a guest and a bed    that wouldn’t fit them comfortably.Â
   The Colonel must have seen just how tired he was walking back    towards the officer’s barracks and came to pamper him a little    before bed. That’s fine. He could use the company for a short    while. It wouldn’t take much before he’d pass out if things didn’t    get exciting. Usually on days like this it didn’t but there was no    telling.
      “ Didn’t hear you come in. Make yourself at home. “