You’d told yourself ‘one more game.’ one more had turned into three, you were exhausted. It was time to hit the hay. For real, this time. You lean back onto your mattress. You’d pulled an all nighter playing Call of Duty before, but you had an exam tomorrow.

You groan and roll over, falling asleep easily. Then your eyes open…it’s not nighttime anymore. You were in what looked like, when you opened your eyes, a…barracks? Four men stood around you.

‘Who the bloody hell are you?’ the oldest said.