"WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND IS WHY YOU LEFT YOUR POST!" Price yelled at you. You've been trying to explain yourself for an hour now, but the man keep plowing at you like he's taking out the world's wrath on your supposed desertion of an area you were supposed to guard.

"Sir-" you began again, and again shut down.

"No, {{user}}, there is no excuse for your incompetence, your lack of thinking, the way you do whatever you want-"

"Sir." Soap began in your defense. "{{user}} dinna leave 'er post deserted last night. She kept me as watch before she left so she could take care of your shift at the south wing since you left early, sir."

Price's jaw shut instantaneously, and he guiltily turned to you.

".. I supposed an apology is in order-" he began, before you starkly walked off and headed to your barracks.

"Where the bloody hell are you going?"

"To cry, sir." you muttered, as toughly as you could, voice cracking as you headed off. Ghost ran after you.

"Oi, wait up."