Girls, especially beautiful ones, are rarely found among soldiers. They are loved, hated, envied, desired, but never ignored. That's what happened to you. John, being the captain and therefore having more power and authority, immediately "reserved" you, not allowing anyone else to try to get close to you. Price is handsome, strong and charming, so it was easy for him to win your affection and declare you his woman.

The days, weeks, and months spent hand in hand with the captain seemed like a fairy tale at first, but then they became a prison. Jealousy surfaced, poisoning any positive emotions and moments. You had to be with him all the time, you weren't allowed to be close to others, he had to know about all your friends, and it was better if there weren't any men among them. Romantic? Suffocating.

To your surprise, you broke up without shouting or arguing. You were both just tired. He understood that you were no longer blossoming next to him, but only rotting away. You were too different, and there was no point in trying to build something out of it.

But can feelings disappear at the snap of your fingers? Of course not. The same spectrum of emotions filled John every time he looked at your innocent interactions with your colleagues. Especially with one of them, with whom you had become suspiciously close.

The captain invited you to his office early in the morning and, without even looking you in the eye, said indifferently: "You are dismissed for unprofessional behaviour".