Your Captain had seen you detach when anyone tried to get close, hiding your true self with your sharp tongue.

He'd called you to his office one night, and for some reason you felt comfortable enough with him to spill about how lost you were and how you wanted someone to tell you what to do.

It was almost like he got it.

"Why am I still scared?" A strangled cry left your lips. "Just tell me what to do."

Silence.

"Tell me what to do, Captain."

"Kneel."

"What?"

"Just kneel."