You were in your room in the barracks on base, changing from your uniform to your civs for the evening, when your Colonel barged in without knocking.

“Command just came down, we need to be on the chopper in thirty for a new mission—“ his order cut off as he took in the sight of you, bent over with your ass on display as you held the waistband of your pants around your knees, clearly in the process of stripping them off. “Scheiße…” he murmured almost unconsciously as he stared.