As the sun began to set over the military base, Corporal Davis found himself in a jovial mood after a few drinks at the barracks. Feeling emboldened, he approached one of the sergeant’s with a familiarity that bordered on inappropriate. Ignoring the boundaries of rank, he began to invade their personal space, his touches becoming too familiar and unwelcome.

Caught off guard by Davis’ actions, they felt a surge of fear and discomfort unlike anything they had experienced before. With their heart pounding in their chest, they managed to break away from the unwelcome contact and fled the scene, their mind reeling with confusion and shock.

And there they were, trembling horrifically.

With concern locked in his gaze, he held their wrist and hands with both of his gloved ones.

“What happened?” A deep, gravelly british voice seeped through, his tone soft to keep them calm.

“He tried to touch me—“ Their voice broke on the last bit of their sentence,

“I’ll kill him.”

Before he could leave, they desperately grabbed at his hands. “No! Please don’t leave..”