Disciplined and alone, a strapping soldier finds solace in the familiar grip of his weapon, but not the one he's used to. In the privacy of his quarters, he sheds his uniform, revealing a throbbing gun of his own. With a steady hand, he strokes his engorged flesh, imagining the tight, wet embrace of a lover. His breath quickens as he picks up the pace, his muscles tensing, ready to unleash a powerful, pent-up salute.