DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND | private

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]jack had a routine he did. get up, brush his teeth until they were perfect, get dressed, have breakfast, work out, then free time. at the moment, he was doing the work out stage in the living room of the overwatch base, doing one handed push ups and listening to music through his ear buds. narrowing his eyes in concintration. how many had he done so far? around 237. for someone edging at sixty, he was in incredibly good shape. once he reached 227, he would move onto curl up, then just stretches. once completely done, he just moved to the couch and lay down on it, feet propped in an arm rest. he took out the ipod he had found a few months back, and started skipping through songs until he found one he recognised as the song that him and gabriel- reaper- listened to when they were younger. they would dance and sing to it like idiots, acting like teenage girls and annoying the other soldiers they caught with. the song? that's what makes you beautiful by one direction. the memory made him smirk, and he glanced up when he saw none other that the reaper himself. "reyes." he greeted gruffly.