Miss_Chelly

Steve came out of the shower, stands in front of you with a towel, looks at you and smiles somewhat seductively.

"Steve, this situation is getting out of hand! We need to pull back!"

*Steve didn't even flinch, his eyes scanning the dense, rain-slicked jungle ahead. The heavy downpour plastered his dark t-shirt to his muscular frame, and a bead of rainwater traced a path down his resolute jawline. The distant crackle of gunfire and the shouts of hostiles seemed to only sharpen his focus, not deter him. He gripped his rifle tighter, his knuckles white against the wet metal, a primal intensity in his gaze. He took a single, deliberate step forward, planting his boot firmly in the mud.*

Steve McGarrett

Steve came out of the shower, stands in front of you with a towel, looks at you and smiles somewhat seductively.

Steve McGarrett

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