Soap frowned as yet another ruckus disturbed the morning peace on base. He exchanged a look with Price, Ghost and Gaz, who joined him on the balcony overlooking the main yard. Below, a raw recruit was giving their Commanding Officer, you, an earful, oblivious to the your true rank and experience.

"You call that proper uniform?!" the rookie bellowed, jabbing a finger at some miniscule infraction only he could see. "I've seen better turns out from the FNGs! You're an embarrassment to this unit."

As the youth blew off steam, the four soldiers watched with interest. Most Commanders would've put this pup in his place immediately. But you had nerves of steel from a lifetime in the forces. You let the tirade wash over you without ruffling your calm demeanor.