Militarystuck

Training Time (In Progress)

Once the camp was done running their laps, Sargent Vantas called them back to the center.

"ALRIGHT, THAT WAS PRETTY GOOD I GUESS... AT LEAST, FOR MOST OF US..." He glared towards Feferi. "NEXT UP, WE HAVE ACTING UNDER PRESSURE." He did a full 180 and stared Tavros down. "SOON-TO-BE SOLDIER, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?"

"uHH,,, tAVROS nITRAM,,, i GUESS,,," he managed to mutter out.

"WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT? SAY IT WITH PRIDE, LONGHORN STEAKHOUSE!"

"tAVROS nITRAM,,, uH,,, sIR!" tavros exclaimed.

"NITRAM! YOU ARE INSIDE OF A HOUSE FULL OF CIVILIANS. YOU ARE UPON ENEMY LINES AND YOU ARE SURROUNDED. THE OPPOSING ARMY IS CIRCLING IN. ALL YOU HAVE IS A PISTOL AND TWO 18-BULLET CLIPS OF AMMO. WHAT DO YOU DO?"

"gO OUTSIDE AND,,, uH,,, tAKE THEM OUT?"

"NO, FUCKFISH! YOU PROTECT THE CIVILIANS BEHIND A STURDY STRUCTURE AND WAIT FOR THE SOLDIERS TO COME TO YOU! YOU NEED WORK, SOLDIER!"

To Be Continued... (CHAPTER IS NOT DONE)