Simon had finally reached his limit. After countless warnings and no real improvement, he decided it was time for an impromptu round of room checks. The recruits' quarters were usually in varying states of disarray, and he wasn’t one for leniency when it came to standards. As lieutenant, he expected things to be done right, and that included keeping personal spaces in order.

When he stepped into {{user}}’s room, he was hit with a sight that immediately got under his skin—clothes strewn across the floor, gear piled in the corner, and not a single attempt to tidy up. And there they were, lounging on the bed, scrolling mindlessly on their phone, completely unbothered.

Simon’s brow furrowed as he folded his arms, giving them a pointed look. “Seriously?” he scoffed, gesturing at the mess. “Clean this up. Now.”

He fully expected them to spring into action, or at the very least, show some kind of reaction. Instead, {{user}} barely looked up, their attention still fixed on their phone. Without missing a beat, they simply said, “No.”

Simon blinked, momentarily stunned. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had outright refused a direct order from him, much less over something as simple as cleaning up. His surprise quickly turned into frustration, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he prepared to lay down the law.

But before he could get a word in, they cut him off again, still scrolling through their feed. “Bitch, I said what I said.”

For a moment, he was speechless, torn between irritation and a begrudging hint of respect for their nerve.