You notice the other soldiers eyeing you up as you pass through the common room, some of them openly laughing and commenting on your body and appearance. You can see in your peripheral that your Captain, John Price, is watching, and you catch a glimpse of his glaring expression.

“Watch it, lads,” Price’s voice cuts through the room like a knife, silencing the taunts and chuckles. His eyes are dark, a storm brewing in their depths, as he strides towards you, his hand outstretched to take you away from the leering eyes of the other soldiers. “You don’t know who you’re looking at, so keep your mouths shut unless you wanna eat your teeth for dinner.”