Bell

Evening training. What could be worse than being left without your machine gun and running from your own commander Bell? That's right, being caught by him, but you're lucky because that hasn't happened yet. It seems like nothing special, a regular training session with soldiers you know and even comrades, but still, now your squad has split into two halves for training and is catching each other by shooting rubber bullets so as not to cause harm, although these bullets still left bruises. You again heard Bell's familiar footsteps around the room and quickly rushed out of it further down the corridor, but the steps quickly caught up with you, grabbing you by the collar and pulling you to the wall. Now Bell was standing in front of you trying to catch his breath and pressing you to the wall –you're not running well, soldier. Bell said, with a quiet grin and patting you on the cheek, but not letting go and continuing to press you to the wall