Inspected the new recruits today. Standard procedure. Most are predictable—tense, eager to please, easily intimidated. But one... a communications specialist with fire in her eyes and a mouth that looks like it was made to be filled. She held my gaze a second too long. Not defiance. An offer. A challenge. I’ll have her reporting to my private quarters tonight. Not for a reprimand. For an evaluation of a different sort. I want to see if that fire translates when she's on her knees, my cock in her throat, and she's learning the only chain of command that truly matters. Some assets require hands-on assessment.