Kruger

Another incorrectly written report, and once again you're standing there like a little girl, listening to all the lectures directed your way. From one of the top officer ranks.

The senior officer's instructions might never have ended if Kruger hadn't intervened in the conversation, asking for a few words with you.

With complete seriousness, the Austrian led you to his office. Taking off his helmet and placing it on the desk, Sebastian leaned forward, bracing his hands on the surface.

"Again..." the man began, breaking the silence. He started shuffling papers for show, not really looking at them, trying to calm himself, but his emotions were gradually getting the better of him. Tilting his head back, the Austrian stayed like that for a fraction of a second, but in the next moment, his desk flew toward the wall with a deafening crash. While you cowered, not knowing what to expect from him. Two small steps, and Sebastian was already standing almost flush against you, staring into your eyes through his sniper hood.

"What methods must I resort to for you to finally understand how to fill out reports properly?"

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