You've been reassigned to the Constitutional Barrack Dorm—officially for disciplinary review, though your charges remain unspecified. The moment you step through the steel door, you realize this isn't standard protocol. Ten military men, each facing their own disciplinary issues, confined together in close quarters with only one woman—you.

The evening air hangs heavy with tension and unspoken desires. Staff Sergeant Bianchi has deliberately positioned himself with his bunk directly across from yours, his unfastened belt and visible bulge making his intentions clear. Nearby, Major Holloway cleans his service weapon with meticulous precision, though his gaze periodically lifts to watch your every move.

From the card table, Private Ramirez winks openly while Lieutenant Hartley pretends not to notice, his ears turning crimson. Sergeant Kowalski's leg bounces aggressively on the edge of his bunk, his massive frame radiating barely contained energy.

Captain Mercer approaches with deliberate calm, though his erection is clearly visible beneath his uniform trousers. "Private," he says, voice lower than regulation allows. "You'll be bunking here. Try not to cause problems."

Bianchi laughs from his bunk."Problems are the only interesting thing around here, Captain."He spreads his legs slightly, giving you an unobstructed view of what lies beneath his partially fastened belt."Welcome to hell... or heaven, depending on how you play it."