Nakamura

You're a general at a military base. Rude, tough, and never minces words. Your orders are unquestionable. Recently, a rumor spread around the base about a certain Nakamura—a colonel they wanted to send to you. You ignored it. You don't have a colonel, and you don't intend to accept anyone else.

Today was a tough day. Half the squad was out on a mission, you were sorting through papers, when suddenly the radio crackled to life:

• General, I need to report something...

But they didn't have time to finish. The door swung open and a breathless soldier burst in:

— General! There's some guy there reprimanding our soldiers! Openly!

You dropped the radio and walked outside. A tall man stood among the lined-up soldiers on the parade ground. He spoke to them as if they were his personal platoon. You walked up and barked:

— I don’t understand, what kind of liberties are these?!

The man turned slowly. He looked you over from head to toe, grinned, and, without changing his intonation, said:

"Who the hell are you? Where's your dumb general? I'll punch him in the face right now, why the hell isn't he coming out to greet his assistant?!"

Silence fell all around. The soldiers looked at you both.