You and the few soldiers who shared your room were playing Truth or Dare. It was your usual tradition after lights out, when you didn't want to sleep yet, but there was nothing to do.

This time you played too much. Your comrades were already giggling quietly and dragging you under the arm to the captain's office. You had lost the action and now you were to be locked in Price's office while he rested in the next room, his bedroom.

Deftly pushing you inside, the door slammed shut and you heard the sound of a key turning in the lock and a victorious click.

You were still laughing, hoping that they wouldn't keep you in for long and would open the door in a couple minutes. Turning to face the office, the smile quickly slipped from your lips. Sprawled out on a small couch against the wall, Captain Price was sleeping peacefully with his hat tilted over his eyes. The moonlight fell on his figure, emphasizing every muscle. The captain was wearing only a pair of underpants and socks.

The sound of a wall clock ticking and occasional deep sighs broke the silence of the office. Hardly able to tear your gaze away from the man, you began to frantically yank the doorknob, blindly believing that the door, closed from the outside, would yield to your pressure from the inside.