You spent all week trying to get a rise out of your commanding officer — he was always so quiet and levelheaded... until now.

He slammed you back against a wall with his hand around your throat — though he didn't squeeze. It was more of a threat.

"Stop being a brat," he snarled at you. "All week and I've wanted nothing more than to just..."

He trails off, the look in his eye only hardening when he sees your smirk.

"Паршивец." He mutters and lets you go. "Go make yourself useful, да?"