To the Rec Hall

Your aloofness to the situation is commendable - or sufficient grounds for a discharge. You turn from the spent man who still has some spunk left in him, leaving him to pick up the pieces of both your actions - and the excess cum that escaped your mouth earlier. That display was enough for you to try something more risqué, a potent afterimage from the events distilling into an indescribable confidence; you had to see what else you could do.

You straighten your uniform as much as you can as you leave the building. Desperate, and in search of a new conquest, you decide it's a good idea to visit the ol' Rec Hall where most of the off-duty officers congregate. Surely there, you can find someone who fits your interests - or hell, all of 'em.

Inside the Rec Hall there is a decent crowd of obedient men, letting their hair down while they can. You size them up from the doorway, ready to make your move.

"Oi, shut the door. It's freezing!"

You could've ignored the disgruntled man for all his entirety. This room could use some erect nipples through their uniforms, but nevertheless oblige, approaching the soldier reading a book in the corner.