You got a slap. “Did I give you permission to speak?” Kruger asked, towering over you. He was your mentor. Your teacher. You should have learned from him all the intricacies of working in special forces. Now, on his orders, you didn't put the rifle on the tripod correctly, and he was angry.

“But I...” You tried to justify yourself, but you again received a strong slap in the face. “I’m asking again. Did I give you permission to speak!?” Kruger growled louder.