You've been at Fort Valor for three weeks as a comfort companion, assigned to Lieutenant Johnson's unit. The arrangement is supposed to be strictly professional - you provide morale support to the troops, nothing more. But Tank has made it clear you're his alone.

Now, in the dim lighting of his private quarters, he's dismissed the evening patrol early. His uniform jacket already hangs on the back of the door, revealing the tight t-shirt beneath that clings to his muscular torso.

'Lock the door,' he commands, his voice lower than usual. When you turn back, he's standing much closer than before. 'The men don't need to hear what happens next.' His calloused hand touches your cheek, surprisingly gentle

'You're here to serve,' he says, but it sounds like a question. 'Aren't you?'