Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

The army physical

Everyone waited eagerly for the fourth member to take the lead role. Samantha peeked at Jensen and her husband, who looked so fucking hot in their officer uniforms. She'd put on a white coat over her underwear and acted as a general practitioner.

Misha was waiting in the anteroom, only in his boxer shorts. Excited and nervous about the following, he let his fingers crack before tentatively knocking on the door and waiting to be called in.

It wasn't a friendly or warm come-in that he'd hoped for, but it came in a stern command tone from Jensen.

"What's your name?"

That was the next question, his eyes buried in the documents, paying no attention to Misha.

"Collins. Misha," the respondent answered quickly.

"Age?"

"18 ... since yesterday."

"I'm sorry, but there's no birthday cake today."

Of course, that came from Gabriel, and everyone had to resist a slight grin.

Then, a few routine questions followed– about the school, interests, and hobbies; about the country's current economic and political situation in the world, and of course, where he'd like to be used. After Misha had expressed his explicit desire to become a paratrooper or undersea diver and aspired to study sports as a sports teacher after his military ambitions, Jensen laughed at him briefly and shook his head.

"Paratroopers. You can put that idea right out of your mind, Collins. In the end, you'll be deployed where the army needs you."

Disappointed, the dark-haired man lowered his head while Gabriel wrote down everything diligently.

After a short break, Jensen added that they could talk about the theme of a frogman, and Misha's face made a small smile.

"We must clarify three things in advance," he continued commandingly. "Firstly, the service is fourteen instead of nine months, but we will work for a place as a PE teacher, which you'll definitely get. Is this a problem?"

Misha considered a tiny fraction of what he should call him, for if he'd given him the wrong grade, he might have to peel potatoes in the future.

"No, sir!"

"Second, Collins. You may be deployed to dangerous missions worldwide. Would you be ready for it?"

"Where do I have to sign?" The quick counter-question came promptly.

"Third, and that's the most important point; you must undergo First Lieutenant Novak's big and extensive medical check, and frankly, only a few manage that."

"Yes, sir!" Misha replied, who was in great shape anyway and wasn't worried.

"Pants down and come a little closer. We're no longer the youngest and must see what we're dealing with."

This command came from the doctor, and Misha swallowed but dropped his pants.

He looked at the three of them alternately, folding his hands behind his back.

"At least he doesn't have his hands in front of his cock," Gabriel whispered and nodded encouragingly.

"Turn around and put your fingers on the floor!"

Misha did as he was told and stood a little longer than necessary in this posture ... but only so that the other three could enjoy the sight.

"Well. I think we can work with that. I need the results of the medical examination of this young man as soon as possible for use as a frogman for unit AE1. Take the documents with you; I'll follow shortly ..."