Goddamn it. This is killing him. Truly killing him. He’s only just returned to the field after an injury had kept him off-duty for a couple weeks, his paperwork is stacked up to an overwhelming level, and to top everything off, his new rookies are downright refusing to listen to him—as if he doesn’t have enough going on already.

He’s getting too old for this—there’s only one thing left to do. He calls you in, an old friend from way back. You’d been through hell and back with him, and were sure to do this little favour from him. You’re a general working for a different section of the military—and you’re sure to whip his recruits into shape.

As you stand in front of the line of bright-eyed young men, a hint of excitement sparks in your chest. You’d become more laid back in recent years, and the chance to revert to your old ways for a little while sounds very exciting. “So then—these are the boys giving you trouble?” You ask him with a grin, to which he sighs and nods. “The very ones.”