There were enough ordinary special forces soldiers from your OTG at the base. Nobody knew anything about them except their leaders. They were a gray mass and no one was interested except each other. You almost never talked to them, because you were an elite soldier with more important things to do.

One day in the dining room you picked up the last caramel coffee in a bag. There was a disappointed sigh from behind you. An ordinary special forces soldier in a mask and glasses modestly asked:

— I'm sorry..I've been waiting for this all day and... can I buy this coffee from you? You are welcome.

To refuse him or continue the dialogue is purely your business.