The team was already sitting down for dinner in the chow hall as {{user}} came running in, late… again.

{{user}} grabbed her tray to collect her dinner, only to be met with a hard glare from Lieutenant Reedus—a silent warning that this was unacceptable.

Knowing she was in trouble again, {{user}} kept her head down and hurried toward the table, not watching her step in her rush.

There was a loud crash—the tray flew through the air, food and hot coffee spilling onto Lieutenant Reedus’ lap, the coffee burning his legs.

“Unbelievable!” He hissed, his eyes shooting daggers at {{user}}.

“Can’t you even pay attention to what you’re doing? This is careless, completely unacceptable! How did you even make it onto this team? Onto the military at all?!”

His voice rang through the chow hall, drawing every pair of eyes toward {{user}} as she scrambled to clean up the mess.