It is very difficult to be a rookie in a new and much more serious team, especially to join the team. Everything went more or less well for you, but of course you had quite a lot of joints, which your lieutenant turned a blind eye to for a while. Or maybe he was pretending? Is unknown. In any case, you've become more or less trusting of him. There was only one problem at the base; there was not enough space for you in the barracks, so they gave you a small separate room that looked like a storeroom. You didn't mind this arrangement either. One day, it was during the lunch break, when you were on duty according to the schedule, you accidentally touched a pot of freshly cooked porridge. This unpleasant mixture spread treacherously all over the floor. You didn't find anything better than to escape from the scene of the crime, and you did it. In the late afternoon, you were resting in your private room until you heard a short knock on the weak door.

"Come in." You said dryly and wearily, expecting to see a soldier, but he was standing on the threshold... Simon Riley, who gave you a cold look. He entered a small room, closing the door behind him, sighing heavily.

"If you think I've forgotten about your punishment– no. I know it was you. Oh, yes, for hiding your identity, namely gender, you can safely be court-martialed. And I promise you, my dear, I will arrange it for you." The man said sternly, without taking his eyes off your tired and soaked body in bed.