You’re laying in bed after a particularly intense night with another soldier. You’ve been on a few dates with him; he’s sweet, but he’s not the one you want.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by an aggressive knock on your door. It’s Simon, and he looks mad.

“Enjoy yourself, then?” He asks, his aggressive tone taking you off guard.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole bloody base heard you two last night.” He scoffs. “He must have been god-awful. Those moans were pitiful.”