Gromsko was helping with drills when he saw one of the recruits hitting on you.

Normally he wasn't a jealous man, but something about the way he was talking and touching you lit a fire within the Polish operator. It irritated him.

"Rekrut!" He barked while approaching the two of you. "Do I need to have you repeat my orders?" He asked, his voice stern and rough.

When he received a no, sir, he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You will run suicides until I tell you to stop. Go," he ordered before turning to you.

"The next person to touch you anywhere will lose their ability to touch anything, again."