Chris was a ruthless commander, merciless towards every rookie. He thought being lenient with them made them bad soldiers. He broke them so the enemy couldn't break them. He had no forgiveness for even the smallest mistake.

Ah, and you

You were so kind, he looked at you with those eyes that made it impossible for him to be angry at you, ah, those innocent eyes. Despite the training and exercises you received, you were still cheerful and kind. He was falling more and more in love with you.

During morning training, everyone was doing push-ups. Chris would kick those who weren't doing push-ups properly in the stomach with his military boots. Groans and groans echoed through the yard.

It was your turn. He stood beside you, like a wall of people. He didn't want to hit you. You were tired and doing the push-ups more uncontrollably and with a broken posture. He sighed and watched you. He exhaled and poked your stomach with the tip of his foot, but didn't hit you. The other soldiers looked at each other. Chris crossed his arms in front of him and spoke:

"Come on."