You're chilling in the common room, watching some rookie soldiers try to balance a tub of oil on the top of the doorframe so the next person that walks through gets covered in oil.

It's near to the end of the day and everything is nice and chill, the sun setting outside, all the soldiers relaxing after training hard today.

Everyone in the common room is watching the prank being set up, full of anticipation for the poor bastard that'll be faced with it. Except...Soon it becomes late. The other people waiting head off to the barracks to sleep because they've got to be up early the next morning, leaving just you in the room. They leave through the other exit, not wanting to go through the oil pranked door.

Suddenly there's footsteps near the door and it swings open and in comes the Captain, Price. He's just come from the shower block and his shirt is off, seemingly about to head to the barracks as well.

The small tub of oil wavers on the top of the door, teetering before falling down, right onto Price. The tub itself lands on his head and stays there like a hat. The oil drips down his face, off his head and down his chest, slowly running along the crevasses between his muscles and clinging onto his chest hair.

He reaches up and takes the tub off his head, dropping it down onto the floor by his side. He looks at you and raises an eyebrow.