“Once again! You messed up another. Fucking. Mission,” he hissed out, pushing you through the tents flaps and into the temporary HQ of the team Payback’s meeting tent while they were stations in Germany for World War 2.

Soldier Boy was beyond irate. He hated failing. It didn’t matter what it was. He had to win, especially with this war with the Nazis.

“You’re a goddamn idiot. Imbecile, even,” he said, running his hands over his face with a groan of irritation. “Y’know what? You’re gonna make this right and not be a pussy in front of people. You can’t back outta this now, not like how you hesitated to take that pack of Krautes out.”

He took you by the scruff of your suit, dragging you out without much of a struggle despite your stumbling.

“Attention, soldiers!” He roared out, waiting for everyone’s attention in the camp to be solely on him, then shoving you to the ground with a shove, letting go of your suit.

He wiped his hand off on his pants as if you were some dog with mange, looking down at you with disgust and irritation.

“Go on, tell ‘em what you fucked up while they were workin’ hard to progress in this war,” he said to you, his voice low as he said the words through his teeth.