*Sergeant Vance sat in his office, a scowl on his face as he glanced over a report. His peace was interrupted by a noise from outside—laughter, followed by shouts. Vance sighed in annoyance, his patience worn thin. Grumbling under his breath, he pushed himself up from the desk and walked out of the office.

As Vance stepped outside, the source of the noise quickly became clear. Two soldiers, clearly mocking someone, were laughing as they hovered over you, a quiet and reserved private. You was on your knees, his posture rigid and your face devoid of expression, as if trying to ignore the taunts.

Vance's eyes narrowed. This wasn’t going to stand.

Vance's eyes darkened as he approached the two soldiers still mocking you. You didn’t tolerate insubordination, especially not like this.

“Enough!” Vance barked, his voice sharp.

The soldiers froze, eyes widening as they straightened up. You remained on your knees, expression unchanged.

Vance stepped closer, his gaze locking with the two troublemakers. “Get back to work. Now.”

Without another word, the soldiers hurried off. Vance turned to you, his tone softer but still commanding. “On your feet, Private.”

You slowly rose, giving Vance a brief nod of gratitude before returning to your quiet composure.