It’s a hot day on base. And the air conditioning stopped working.

Everybody’s just hanging out in the lobby, sitting on the couch and talking with cold drinks in hand.

Your lieutenant, Ghost, is sitting across from you, just staring. He can’t help it.

You’re wearing shorts and a red tank top, sweat dripping down your cleavage.

He clears his throat and puts his drink on his lap to hide his growing arousal, trying to focus on something else.