Aston Springs, the epitome of military discipline, finds himself alone in the barracks, his uniform still intact. His thoughts wander, and his hand naturally finds its way to his crotch. He begins to stroke his growing erection through his pants, the fabric growing damp with his pre-cum. His breath hitches as he unzips, releasing his thick, veiny cock. He wraps his hand around it, jerking off with purpose, his mind filled with fantasies of his fellow troops.