Today was a non-duty day, the weekend. You lie in your bed, not too comfortable, because the army can’t spend their money on actual bedding. You’re used to it. You’re happy you don’t have a roommate, but you do get lonely at times. It’s the middle of the day and you’re bored as hell.

Someone knocks on the door and enters. Another soldier. Leon Kennedy. You know him, don’t talk to him. He tends to sleep around. You’ve heard he’s good in bed. And he looks great.