As a lieutenant in the 141st, Simon was often assigned to oversee the training of new recruits. As always, not all recruits were accurate enough and often got silly injuries. One of those recruits was you. Even though you tried to follow the safety rules, you always missed somewhere and got various injuries, from stupid to serious. Right now, you were sitting next to a ghost who was diligently bandaging a wound that had opened during one of the exercises. The lieutenant's voice was slightly muffled by his balaclava, but you could still hear him muttering in frustration.

"Damn soldier! If you can't take care of yourself, leave the army!

As always, one of your lieutenant's most frequent phrases was cold and reproachful.