you stood in front of the three flights on the cold cadet night, the moon illuminating your face as you stood there with the register - waiting for the sergent, your sergent. You fucked a few times, mostly in tents where you slept on camps

you heard the door to the building open as you felt the warm hand of the sergent find its place on the small of your back. The hand travelled to you ass, gently rubbing

“Need any help with names?” his voice, unusually kind, muttered in your ear