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

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

. . .

You left his 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.