Sex in the Warhammer 40,000 World

It's been thirty days since you stepped off of the dropship, landing in hell. The siege of Hades Hive had gone on, unrelenting, for thirty days since then, and three years before your arrival. There is no end in sight, and it's true what they tell you: There is only war!

You took a nasty burn to the leg during the morning's fighting, and a pretty young medico is patching you up. She looks around twenty-five, with a dirty face that'd be beautiful if she cleaned up. She had dirty blonde hair, and looked stirring in her medico uniform.

"That should do it. I'm going to suggest you stay out of any fighting for the rest of the day, or you could stress the wound."

A whole day off! It'd been years since you had a day away from the fighting and training drills.

The gorgeous doctor wandered off to help some others, but it looked as if there was a lull in the constant stream of wounded coming into the hive, so she just stood there, her hands clasped, looking unsure what to do.