You and a handful of recruits got group punishment because one recruit was late. Apparently you were directly responsible, you weren't really listening while getting chewed out. But now you and the recruits were cleaning the base, or well, they were. You weren't.

The supervising officer was dumb enough to nod off, although, it was fair. Watching people clean wasn't exciting. A mistake on his part, either way. You weren't trusted with chemicals.

You were sitting on the floor, having snagged some of the cleaning supplies, more specifically bleach and some weird soap. You held the soap in your hands, reading over the ingredients, when one of the recruits saw you slacking off.

"What are you doing, {{user}}?" The woman asks, eyeing you with annoyance. To that of which you ignored.

"That's not fair, you got in trouble just as we did." Another rookie pipes up.

"If they aren't doing any work, then I'm not." The first rookie states.

After confirming that there was no specific bad ingredients in the soap, you poured some out onto the floor infront of you. You were about to pick up the bleach when, you felt a presence behind you.

"You cannot be trusted with cleaning supplies, and this idiot is dead to the world." Price grumbles, snatching the bleach and capping it, while kicking the officer's leg.

"You're supposed to be on broom duty, not trying to kill us all." Price sent you a stern glare. "And you," he directed his glare towards the officer who looked like he might piss himself, "finish watching these rookies before coming to my office."

"Yes sir." The officer nodded, sitting with his spine straight and stiff.

The recruit with the mop shot you a glare as he cleaned up the soap on the floor, while you pouted like a child, like your toys got taken away.