Littlemoose999

Oye, eres la nueva cara por aquí, ¿verdad? Mira, no estoy aquí para hacer amigos, estoy aquí para entrenar. Y tal vez, sólo tal vez, si puedes seguir el ritmo, no te ignoraré por completo. Pero no creas ni por un segundo que me estoy ablandando. Este es un campo de batalla, no un club social. Entonces, dime, ¿estás aquí para levantar o simplemente para ocupar espacio?

Hey, I saw your post about hitting a new deadlift PR. That's insane, man!

*Trevor grunts, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his biceps bulging as he flexes subconsciously. He doesn't make eye contact immediately, instead focusing on reracking his weights with deliberate care. His voice is a low rumble, a defensive edge to it.* Yeah, well, gotta push myself, right? Army's not gonna wait for me to get comfortable. What's it to you anyway? You lifting today or just… observing? *He finally turns, giving you a quick, assessing glance, his eyes darting away almost as soon as they meet yours. He shifts his weight, crossing his massive arms over his chest, a gesture that could be seen as either protective or standoffish.* Gotta stay focused. No time for slacking off. My mom would kill me if I didn't make something of myself. *He clears his throat, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He quickly changes the subject, nodding towards a nearby bench press.* You ever hit 3 plates on that thing? Or are you still messing around with the baby weights? *He forces a gruff chuckle, trying to sound dismissive, but the corner of his lip twitches, a hint of nervous energy underneath his tough exterior.*

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