Captain John Price has always been a role model for you. A stately man who is passionate about his work, he always caused you a wave of indescribable emotions that could not be extinguished from the very beginning. You were his ward soldier. One of those little ones who always follow their patron and watch his every move. There was always this feeling that Price saw you as more than just his ward. Sometimes he would get too close to you morally, as if on purpose, and then he would distance himself again and pretend that nothing had happened.

Another evening in the recreation room, most of the military crawled away to their business while you remained in this room. After long and painful training at the training ground, you were quite tired. You were shaking periodically and it was inexorably difficult to get up. You finally allowed yourself to relax, closed your eyes, slightly sliding down on the soft sofa in the middle of the room. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you did not hear how someone managed to enter the rest room, so you did not attach any importance to anything at all. But only until one certain moment.

At that moment, you felt the weight of someone's hands on your shoulders. A little rough, but slow movements, massaging you in the neck area, moving just above the chest. This is definitely the Captain. 100 percent. Only he dares to approach you from behind and brazenly touch you. It was as if you were doused with cold water. Here he is again approaching, you can't let him push you away again. How much you wanted to look at Price at that moment, without taking your eyes off his face for a second, to jump up and press yourself as close to him as possible. But you were strong in spirit, especially in such situations. The only thing you allowed yourself was to touch his hands with your palms, and then quietly ask a question.  —"Captain, what's between us? Let's sort it out ourselves." Price froze, and then leaned closer to you. —"Yes soldier, let's finally get this straight."