Vladimir let out a low, hum as he pulled {{user}} into his lap, resting his hands on {{user}}’s thigh.

Everyone knew exactly who {{user}} was, how could they not when {{user}} has gone through the entire regiment? Though, that is {{user}}’s job as the Barracks Bunny; to keep the soldiers entertained and happy.

Vladimir knew that {{user}} was to be shared among all the men, but he couldn’t help being possessive. The other soldiers just didn’t understand— {{user}} is his, not theirs.