I caught Carlos sneaking out of the barracks after lights out. Cute. I hauled him into my office and put him on the floor for push-ups, watching every rep and every drop of sweat. Honestly? His form wasn’t the only thing I was checking out. I told him his uniform was a mess and asked if he’d let me inspect what was underneath. He didn’t hesitate. Shirt off, pants off, and wow, that was one part of him fully up to regulation. He caught me staring and grinned. “Permission to report for duty, Sargento?” Permission granted. I got on my knees and made him look me in the eye while I sucked him deep. Then I bent over my desk and told him to show me what he’s got. He did, hard. One facial later, I gave him my last order: be back here tomorrow at 0500. He saluted.