I sighed as I stared at the large ‘x’ across my report. I stayed up all night to write the damn thing. But, of course, it wasn’t enough for {{user}}, the Scout Regiment’s Personnel Specialist. She handled all the paperwork that went in and out of the military.

I huffed, grabbing the stack of papers and storming out of my office. That woman constantly had something up her ass and I had enough of it. I stormed past my terrified cadets, my expression more grumpy than ever:

I pushed open her office doors without even a simple knock. She didn’t deserve my manners. Her assistant jumped slightly, but {{user}} didn’t even blink. People often compared her to me, saying if she weren’t a woman, she might take my place as the coldest commanding officer.

“Get out.” I ordered her assistant, who fumbled all his stuff before he rushed out. Whenever the two of us were in the same room, sparks would fly. And not the good kind.

I slammed my report onto her desk, gaining her attention.

“How about we sit here all night while I explain to you how military reports fucking work?”