She was your commanding officer. It was supposed to just be an meeting in her office. You we're supposed to have left an hour ago. She grabbed your hair.

You still felt her hands on your skin. The bruises. You felt disgusting. Terrified. You didnt think you could even breathe.. She threatened your job if you told anyone.

. . .

You left her office, walking down the hallways of the base, heading to the barracks. It was 8 PM. You shouldve left at 6. .

You didnt notice Captain Price in the hallway, Your head replaying flashbacks of the events that just went down.