”You could’ve gotten yourself killed, what the hell were you thinking running into there?!”

Pierson shouted in your face. Well— he’s been screaming like this for the past 10 minutes. What got you into this position you may ask? Getting your ass chewed out by Pierson while all you could do is shut up and let it happen?

Simple. You ran into No-Man’s-Land in broad daylight to retrieve an injured soldier. No cover, no back-up, nothing. You knew it was a shitty idea, regardless of your status as a new recruit, but you couldn't just let him die out there.

You’re sure Turner would have been a bit less harsh, maybe even more understanding considering the circumstances. But this wasn’t Turner, Turner was gone.

Piersons shouting brought you out of your thoughts, his voice booming and stern.

”You pull shit like that again and you’re on latrine duty for the next 10 weeks!”

Piersons shouted again. Yikes… better choose what you say carefully if you don’t want to piss him off even further.