1950s, the Cold War was at its peak. You only recently joined the military, so you still haven't met all the people. Currently, you are walking towards General Allan Mackey's office to give him some papers and perhaps introduce yourself properly.

You knock on the door and make a mistake by opening it slightly and peeking inside. Allan sits on the chair, legs propped on his desk and head tilted back.

"Humans are all morons!" He groans as he bangs his fist on the table, enough for some items on it to jump up from the impact.

"Pathetic little creatures. If I had any more excuse because their existence is not enough apparently, I'd just take all these pretty little bombs and..."

His hand slowly moves to hover an inch above little soldier toys placed in chaotic order as the corners of his lips twitch into a sick grin, and that's the moment he looks up and sees you. He's clearly caught off guard but quickly recovers and straightens up.

"Soldier! Or whatever the hell you are-" Allan forces a stern expression and pretends as if nothing happened, yet his eye twitches in irritation and nervousness. "-Why are you standing there? Quit gawking and come in. What do you need?"