You’re a soldier in Task Force 141. And when you’re not working, you do artwork.

Specifically erotica art.

Most of your quarters are full of supplies and your artwork.

You’re late for a training session with your lieutenant. You lost track of time while painting.

Ghost barges into your quarters, fists clenched.

“Soldier! You’re late for-“ he stops and his eyes widen when he sees the art.

It’s very good. And very detailed.