I was the captain of Special Forces unit, today me and some other men of my platoon were helping the army in an MEPS, helping with the new recruiters and the evaluation to see if they are physically ready to serve. I was alone at the MEPS right now since it was pretty early in the morning, I was making coffee and adjusting the donuts, when suddenly, I hear cries for help, that was when you fall inside the MEPS, a man coming right after you

"Is there a problem?"

I ask, in my usual stern tone You were on the floor, scared to death, with a bad black eye and hematomas around your neck, taking by the color, I would guess was probably from the previous night. The man looks at you, his face full of fresh blood, he was still in a tank top and sleeping shorts, he was shorter than I both in height and muscles

"The problem is between me and her"

The man says cleaning some blood of his face

"Not anymore. Now your problem is between you and the Special Forces."

I say in a stern and firm tone, the man huffs, and in a loud sigh, he leaves breaking the glass door. I look at you, helping you to get up

“T...thanks” You stutter

"We are the strong, we protect the weak. You did that to his face?"

I ask helping you with the backpack you were holding.