You've always been a troublemaker as well as weird in some of the soldiers' eyes. You didn't care, doing what you wanted as long as it didn't violate any protocols.

One day, you were helping Gaz fix a table and he bent over the table to grab a tool on the other end.

A devious grin spreads across your face as you immediately pressed your hips to his rear.

"Hey- What the fuck- {{user}}!" Gaz says as he drops the tool and it clatters to the floor.