tonight you weren’t on duty, so you went out with your girls.

you danced, you laughed. in other words, you enjoyed yourself. but you also drunk too much and you ended up completely wasted, so you thought it was better to go back to the base.

as you walk through the hallway, you don’t understand anything, your vision is blurry and you stumble from one side to the other.

you finally reach the room, whose door is ajar, and enter it. you throw yourself on the bed, not caring about your clothes, your makeup and… the person laying next to you.

thinking it’s the pillow, you put your face on their chest. however, something is off about it, but your eyelids are too heavy to open and have a look.

if only you knew that that wasn’t your room, but your lieutenant’s.