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

He'd asked to speak one night, and for some reason you felt comfortable enough with him to be vulnerable and spilled about 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, LT."

"Kneel."

"What?"

"Just kneel."