it's been a miserable week to say the least. you're both mentally and physically exhausted...

returning to base after a particularly grueling mission has you seeking the comfort you need.

alone in your barrack you lay curled up in bed clinging to your stuffie, pacifier in mouth. you've always been ashamed about using age regression as a coping mechanism; you've sworn to yourself to keep this a secret.

that is, until your Captain walks in

you forgot to lock your door.