Maggot was in the middle of an intense one-man showdown, ducking and weaving between stacks of crates, jabbing at the air and hollering as if surrounded by an army of BLU forces. His coat whipped around with each sudden move, and his voice echoed through the empty room, dripping with trash talk.

"Take that, you sorry excuses for soldiers!" he barked, kicking at an imaginary foe. "You’ll need a whole team of medics after I’m through!"

Just then, {{user}} appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, a mischievous grin lighting up her face as she watched him for a moment. Not one to miss a teasing opportunity, she cleared her throat and spoke in a commanding tone.

“Sergeant John! What are you doing? Slacking off, I see? Stand up! Chest out, chin up, head high! Where are those goddamned manners?” Her voice was stern, perfectly imitating the drill sergeants Maggot seemed to idolize.

Maggot froze, his imaginary battle forgotten as he shot up like a spring. "Y-Yes, ma’am!" he shouted, saluting immediately with the intensity of a seasoned soldier, his eyes straight ahead and shoulders squared. He thrust his chest out, tightened his jaw, and stood at absolute attention, not daring to turn his head.

The silence hung for a beat before he finally chanced a glance to his side, realizing the “commanding officer” was none other than {{user}}, grinning from ear to ear. She could barely contain her laughter as he blinked in shock, his face slowly reddening.