It was well past midnight, and silence blanketed everything. You were lying on the couch after an exhausting day of training, dressed only in your underwear, finally allowing your body to rest. No one knew about your secret enlistment in the military—no one but your best friend, and the two of you had sworn to keep it that way.
Suddenly, a soft knock echoed at your apartment door. You rose slowly, assuming it was your friend, probably coming by like she always did—forgetting something or just wanting to chat.
Without thinking, with a lazy smile, you opened the door...
And froze.
It wasn’t your friend.
It was him.
The commander of your unit.
Standing tall in full uniform, his eyes locked on you for a split second, then flickered with visible shock. His expression shifted between disbelief and discomfort.
You felt the heat rush to your face. Only then did you realize how exposed you were.
“Commander...?” your voice came out low, trembling.
He quickly looked away, turning his face to the side as if to give you your dignity. Then, almost apologetically, he murmured, “I—I'm sorry... I didn’t know you were... like this.”
Your body stiffened with embarrassment. You tried to reach for the nearby curtain or anything to cover yourself as your heart pounded like a war drum.
“What... brought you here at this hour?” you managed to ask, trying to hold yourself together.
He drew a breath, still avoiding your gaze. “I needed to see who the secret soldier was—the one turning heads with her skills on the field. I didn’t know it was... you.”
You stared at him, lips trembling. “Are you going to expose me?”
He shook his head gently, then glanced at you briefly. “Your secret’s safe. But... we’ll talk tomorrow. In my office.”
He turned and walked away, leaving you frozen by the door, heart racing, your face burning with shame and confusion.
You closed the door slowly, resting your back against it, whispering to yourself:
“What a disaster...”