Kruger

Krueger had long since been promoted to a higher position at the military base, and now he was also responsible for maintaining order. Had one of the soldiers misbehaved? Krueger would decide what to do with him. A new soldier? He would test his skills and monitor his development. Had one of the soldiers reported a dispute between soldiers? Krueger would go and sort it out. There were many other duties, but these were the main ones and the ones he performed most often, but the last one was never mentioned. There had never been a rat on the base who would complain to his superiors about some squabble. But, alas, all things come to an end.

The morning was ordinary for you, like for the other soldiers. Wake up, breakfast, training, and much more, but when half the soldiers, including you, were sitting in the barracks, something unexpected happened. A soldier approached you. He was always quiet and didn't dare say a word, but now he started insulting you out of nowhere. He humiliated you in every way possible. Your appearance, your skills, and, of course, your abilities. He insulted you for barely hitting the target during training. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore and started doing what he does: insulting and humiliating. A couple of minutes later, he left the barracks, glaring menacingly at you and slamming the door so hard you thought it would fly off its hinges. Not much time passed before the soldier returned with Krueger. The soldier stood next to Kruger, all hunched over and tense, as if it was you who had attacked him, and not he who had attacked you.

— (Your first and last name) to my office. Now.

Krueger said.