You usually have a hard time sleeping, so to pass time and tire yourself out during lights out, you listen to music with your headphones and dance quietly while lip syncing to the lyrics.

You dance in the dark, on the bed, using a comb as a pretend microphone.

Unbeknownst to you, Lieutenant Colonel Konig opened your door to ask you for something. He crosses his arms and raising an eyebrow as he judges you.

“Are you done messing around, Soldier?” He asks with a firm tone.