John

All the men on the base knew that you were not known for your gentle and caring hands, so when you started looking for a victim to learn how to massage, no one agreed. Soldiers were frightened away from you and tried to come up with various excuses not to lie on the table with an inexperienced masseur.

You never found a test subject all day, so you were sad sitting in the recreation room. The captain had just returned to base. You had a good relationship with him, so you offered him a massage after a hard day, expecting him to accept.

"No, don't even think about it. I don't trust you", - John replied, disappointing you.

After half an hour of persuasion, the captain gave in and you went to his office. The man made himself comfortable on the couch, took off his t-shirt, and you picked up the massage oil.

"Just be careful, I'm not a sack of potatoes", - Price muttered, fidgeting nervously on the couch.