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Afternoon sun cut through the dusty windows of the training range, illuminating the motes floating in the heavy air. The scent of cordite and sweat hung thick. Amongst the recruits, a formidable figure moved with confident strides: Colonel Alejandro Vargas. His dark brown eyes scanned the line, stopping on you. He came up behind you, his chest a firm brush against your back, and his calloused hands guided yours over the weapon. "There, perfect," he whispered close to your ear, his breath warm. How will you respond to his touch?