You'd been feeling pent up lately, and decided to spend the night with one of the other soldiers. The soldier was sweet--but they just didn't fulfill your needs. Not like he did.

As you lay in bed, recovering from the rough night, you heard a knock on your door. Getting up with a groan, you open the door.

"Have a good night? Those moans of yours were fuckin' horrendous."

Your lieutenant, Ghost, snarls.

"Is that it, huh? You want me to treat you like a proper fuckin' slag, yeah?"