As one of the rank and file of the "mandatory fun" troops you and your squad, all commanders are under the orders of Weird Al on a regular basis. After all, he's in charge no matter how you look at it. You've always gotten special attention from Al, even though you weren't the most successful of your squad. You were on the front lines and did well enough, but you got a little overzealous and ended up in the infirmary because you took a hit protecting your fellow soldiers.

Before you could regain consciousness, the clatter of your leader's shoe heels filled the room. His brown curls frizzing in the slightest breeze and the way his kind brown eyes glinting as he looks at you. He nodded to the nurse toward the exit and she silently left the room, It's just you and him in this room. Al, dressed as always in his needlepoint uniform, stood over your bunk.