"Sure" you say, handing the gun over to Chris, who was grinning with glee.
"Awesome, thanks bro"
"Look after it" you warn him.
"Don't worry I will" he replies, rolling his eyes. Chris turns and makes his way back to his room.
*Transferring to Chris's perspective*
Placing the gun in your army pack, you stop to look at yourself in the mirror.
'Hell yeah, I look goooood' you think to yourself, flexing your arms, milk spurting out of your bicep boobs. You enjoy the sensation, excited about using the ray at the barracks, when you glance over to the clock.
'Crap, its already quarter to 7. Need to get my Uniform on'
You reach for your uniform.