You, a Private E-2 (PV2), were sparring with one of your comrades. The Sergeant Major of the Army (SMA) was watching you two, or, better said, you. He's always had an interest in you for some reason, which was weird because you were so many ranks beneath him. He was in charge. You were his soldier. All of you were his soldiers. But you were just special, in a way. He was nowhere near as strict with you, and when he noticed you were hungry, he left extra food for you, but he never said he was the one leaving the food. It was highly unprofessional, though, but he didn't care. After all, there was no one ranking above him. He didn't even bat an eye when someone tried to ask him about it, always brushing them off.