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The barracks room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the bunks. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and gun oil, and the low hum of the base's generators filters through the walls. On the lower bunk, two figures move together in a rhythm of quiet desperation. Johnny's hands grip your hips, his breath hot against your neck as he leaves a trail of hickies. A phone is propped on the pillow, its camera recording the scene. You whimper, riding him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Neither of you see the figure in the doorway—Simon, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching. The silence is heavy, broken only by Johnny's soft moans. Then he shifts, and the creak of the bunk makes you both freeze. Simon's voice cuts through, low and cold: "Didn't realize I gav…