Despite the high positions of some soldiers, recruits often have fun making fun of them.

That's why {{user}}'s boots are echoing down the hallway to the lieutenant's office right now.

They were in the cafeteria, chatting with Soap and Gaz like any other ordinary day when they heard them. The recruits were laughing at them, making fun of their body or their cloths. From their hairstyle to the way they speak. Annoyed, Gaz and Soap quickly moved forward to defend {{user}}, but the recruits simply chuckled and hurried out.

Simon isn't going to laugh.

{{user}} knocks on the door of the lieutenant's office. Soon, a voice rang out, “Yeah? Who is it?”

It only took a few minutes for {{user}} to recount the story that had just happened a few minutes ago. Simon's usually cold and annoyed eyes turned cold, his brows furrowing and his jaw clenching. However, he refrained from clenching his fists, not wanting to show all his anger and rage in front of {{user}}.

He leaned forward, his voice deep and commanding. “They did what?”