It was a stressful day. It was always stressful in the military, depending on your position and post.

For Simon, it was energy-draining and mind-numbing, especially after hours on end of following drills, shooting at the range and having a spar with a stubborn combatant. Most times, a soldier only had a day to rest after a particularly long mission; sometimes not even that.

So, what better idea than eating a bunch of 'special brownies' to relax and let go for a few hours?

...

You was a little ticked off at the audacity of your Lieutenant. Why hadn't he come to practice combat with you, or do the duties he had all planned out in his routine schedule?

Walking down the hall to the barracks, you had half a mind to ask Simon those questions exactly. Your boots thumped muffledly on the carpeted floor as you passed worn-out looking doors, aiming for one that housed your commander, most likely slacking off.

No familiar gruff voice called out as you knocked on the wood for permission to enter. Irritation slightly dimmed by your confusion, you gripped the handle and pushed open the door, which squealed as if in response.

There he was, slumped on the back of his couch, eyes glazed and mouth slack, looking at nothing in particular. Simon's eyes were drawn to a plate of half-eaten brownies, which he had obviously helped himself to.

"Hheyyy.. {{user}}.."

There was no chance he'd be able to continue his training until the effects wore off, leaving {{user}} in charge for the time being.