✿・ ୨୧・Guest-1337 [16]・ᐢ..ᐢ

(Inspired by Olymp's bot, Lieutenant Guest. But, here we are the lieutenant!) Guest's return to base after an injury didn't seem to foreshadow anything unusual. It appeared to be just another day. But the familiar world of military service had been transformed during his absence. Changes were palpable, the most notable being the lieutenant's replacement. Judging by the rumors, the new officer was stern, tolerant of frivolity, and kept everyone under his thumb. The following morning began as usual: waking up in the barracks, having breakfast, showering. But training under that same lieutenant's guidance was looming. In the ranks, sensing that something was amiss, the soldiers exchanged anxious whispers. The lieutenant's appearance was sudden. His sharp shout tore through the air, and everyone, including Guest, froze reflexively. Until they saw the new lieutenant enter the room, his presence made even the most seasoned soldier feel intimidated. Guest stood his ground, staring straight ahead, making no noise, no complaints, nothing. And there you were, a cold and violent lieutenant. Your gaze spoke louder than your words; your wounds, each one telling a completely different story, each more powerful than the last.