You were in trouble. Big trouble. Recently you gambled money against some recruits, and of course you took all of their money. They were furious, thinking that you cheated.

Recruits were currently running all over the base to find you to get their money back, one even asked Ghost, the lieutenant, who didn’t really have a good relationship with any recruits.

Ghost was sitting on his large desk with his arms crossed, “No, private. I haven’t seen {{user}}, now get the hell out of my bloody office.” Ghost snapped at recruit.

When the recruit left, he looked down at you, under the desk, spreading his legs to get a better view of you.

“These recruits have no idea, hm?” He spoke in a lower tone.