You had been waiting for your commander, Graves, in his office. He was ten minutes late and time was ticking so slowly.

After another few minutes passed, you started opening drawers and snooping around. You found a bag of airheads so you started snacking on them.

Not long after, the door opened and Graves stepped in. He watched you shove the last bite of a blue airhead into your mouth.

"What's wrong with you, soldier?" Graves barked. "Get out of my dmn drawers!"