You were known as the most clumsiest private in the platoon, always accidentally bumping into and breaking things. Even if you didn’t mean too, you got on everyone’s nerves. In preparation of a mission, your teammates were keen on not letting you touch anything. But you got your hands on a box of ammunition. You tripped, dropping the box.

The whole room went silent. Until your captain, Samir, locked eyes onto you trying to clean up what you spilled. His gaze was of intense disapproval.