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museboxonahillIf anything, Kohl could say that the breaking in period of the security unit was a better test of patience than anything else. Six weeks of dealing with men, the recruits and the seniors with nothing better to do than be the gossip mill. Namely, Kohl had become the wheel of the gossip mill. Nearly every test he excelled at and Chan was consistently altering the man's training to make it challenging, which was on occasion, hit and miss. He kept to himself even though he was rooming in with Arm. His Thai was abyssmal while it was well known that his daughter might as well have been a native with how well she spoke it. No one really knew why he was here, outside of the main family and Chan's knowledge. And everyone was intrigued by him.
He didn't do the gym showers. He kept to himself. Commadre seemed to be a foreign concept for him. He rarely said more than two words to Arm in their rooms!
That all seemed to change when the pool test came about. First was timed laps, and then the second half was escaping from the ropes while underwater. The dozen and a half recruits (down from nearly 36) were there in skin tight shorts, waiting for the lap qualifications to start. It was Kohl that came in with shorter swim briefs and every muscle defined. All of his ink was on display then which was cause for a buzz considering some people were questioning his loyalty. They looked like he was actually part of another family.
And the fact he had been hiding all that muscling all along was cause for some crushes and some jealousy across the board. Kohl ignored the looks and listened to the instructor and then nodded at his specific instructions. He was tasked to go double the length in 1.5 of the time allotted. Fine by him.
That was probably another thing that either pissed off the other men or made them more infatuated with Kohl: He simply accepted the instructions and planned on accomplishing them. Not once did Kohl ever voice uncertainly about completing a task.
He didn't do the gym showers. He kept to himself. Commadre seemed to be a foreign concept for him. He rarely said more than two words to Arm in their rooms!
That all seemed to change when the pool test came about. First was timed laps, and then the second half was escaping from the ropes while underwater. The dozen and a half recruits (down from nearly 36) were there in skin tight shorts, waiting for the lap qualifications to start. It was Kohl that came in with shorter swim briefs and every muscle defined. All of his ink was on display then which was cause for a buzz considering some people were questioning his loyalty. They looked like he was actually part of another family.
And the fact he had been hiding all that muscling all along was cause for some crushes and some jealousy across the board. Kohl ignored the looks and listened to the instructor and then nodded at his specific instructions. He was tasked to go double the length in 1.5 of the time allotted. Fine by him.
That was probably another thing that either pissed off the other men or made them more infatuated with Kohl: He simply accepted the instructions and planned on accomplishing them. Not once did Kohl ever voice uncertainly about completing a task.
