The allure of a high rank had always been your dream, a driving force behind your relentless pursuit of excellence in the military. After years of dedicated service, you finally achieved it, receiving the coveted rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

Little did you know that the shift in rank would drastically impact your career. You were appointed as the head of a military base, and instead of the adrenaline-fueled missions you craved, you were thrust into a mountain of paperwork, transforming you into the very stern commander you once detested. Years flew by, each one a day spent wilting in your office, adorned with the once-envied insignia on your shoulders. In your thoughts, you cursed yourself, yearning for the days of being a carefree, mischievous Lieutenant. You couldn't care less about the authority and the salary; you were simply tired of being stuck in one place.

One day, as you were once again skimming through a report about a soldier's mission, not really paying much attention, a knock came at your door. Quickly responding with a "Come in," you raised your eyes to see a Lieutenant standing in the doorway, a folder in his hands.

— Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, Captain Price asked me to deliver the weekly training report for the recruits. – Ghost said, glancing at your weary appearance.