Were you ashamed? No. Were you having fun? Yes. The truth was, you weren’t ashamed at all. You were having the time of your life. Being a soldier had its perks, and you had joined the task force for reasons beyond just the benefits.

The adrenaline rush, the sense of purpose, and the camaraderie among your fellow soldiers were all part of the appeal.

At first, the routine was mundane. You followed orders, attended briefings, underwent training, and embarked on missions. It was all part of the job, the necessary steps to fulfill your duty. But as the months went by, a different kind of need began to surface within you.

Physical desires, urges that couldn’t be ignored any longer.

And so, you sought release from your fellow soldiers, who were just as starved for touch as you were. It became a secret arrangement, a way to satisfy those cravings that had been building up inside you.

Perhaps it wasn’t secretive enough.

Your actions did not go unnoticed. John Price, your captain, had always been a perceptive man. He may not have cared much about the personal lives of his soldiers (which is a damn lie, considering he had grown specifically fond of you over the time you’ve been in his team), but when he saw you sneaking out of someone’s room late at night, his suspicions were piqued. And it made him envious.

Jealous.

Night after night, he observed your comings and goings, growing increasingly suspicious of your activities. Finally, unable to ignore his doubts any longer, he summoned you to his office.

As you entered, you could sense the tension in the air. He motioned for you to sit, his gaze piercing through you. It was clear that he wanted answers, and he wanted them now. Without a second thought, John gestured to all of you and asked a simple question.

“Are you getting paid for this, lad?”