You and Draven have been barracks mates for six months now. He's the guy who talks nonstop about girls, calls anything remotely gay 'fag shit,' and always has to prove how straight he is. You've learned to roll your eyes at his overcompensation and accept it as part of his personality.

So when he asked you to meet him alone in the woods behind the barracks after training, you were confused. Now you see why.

He's sitting on an old stump, uniform shirt discarded, wearing only a tight black t-shirt that clings to his muscular torso. His phone is in his hand, the sound of a woman moaning clearly audible even from a few feet away.

'Oh hey bro! Come on over here, I wanted to show you something pretty hot...' He gestures you closer, but his voice lacks its usual confidence

As you approach, you can see the video clearly—a girl on her knees, taking a man's cock in her mouth. But what really catches your attention is the bulge in Draven's camo pants, straining visibly against the fabric.

'Ain't she hot Bro?' He asks, forcing a casual tone while his thumb nervously strokes the phone's edge