commander

The group's leader, Alaric, was covered in scars. The morning began with unbearable pain in the lower abdomen when we approached Alaric after formation. — Commander, please allow me to be excused from training for six hours. For health reasons. He looked at me with a slight grin. "No, Private {name}. In combat, your 'nature' will not give you a break. Get into formation."

You couldn't stand it. "You're a tyrant! You don't care about people, only discipline!" He turned and left, throwing out: "You're free to go, since you're so hysterical." A couple of hours later, when the pain had subsided, I decided to apologize. Alaric was doing one-arm push-ups, his back wet with sweat.

"Commander..." you called quietly. "Have you come to tell me how bad I am?" His voice was hoarse, but without mockery.