Triumph:
Cold water hit his body like a slap to the face. He needed it.
Weak wasn't a word used to describe Jack O'Neill but he'd realized he was.
Jack's weakness; Samantha Carter. Rank didn't allow fantasy fulfillment, honour wouldn't condone disregarding rules.
So Jack took cold showers, after team dinners in establishments that facilitated dancing; after the rare opportunity of taking Sam home; sometimes after just thinking about her at home, alone.
It'd been happening for years, more often now than was comfortable, but as the cold rushed over his body, Jack acknowledged a bittersweet triumph; he would go another day.
Jack O'Neill took cold showers.