Drumstick wrote:I'm going to go and inspect the mess hall for cold beers.
Good move, soldier.
You make your way to the bench you know full well will lead to beers. Your good pal Private Messedge hands you one from a discreet cooler under the table. You nod, flick the cap off, take a quick look around, then take a long, cold sip.Ahhh... bliss.
You take a second swig... and feel a slap on the back of your head. You spurt beer all over the desk and your sunglasses go flying.
"Drinking on duty, private?"I don't even have to guess who this is, do I?
The miserable general hauls you up off the bench by your shoulder.
"Looks like it's another round of clearing out the lavs for you, Private. You know, I always knew there was something... off
The general guffaws at his lousy joke. Your buds hide their bottles and you've no intention of incriminating them. You're sick of this stuck-up, pompous prick. Remember... he's not the real enemy...
The scene changes.
We're behind enemy lines. You're stuck behind a broken wall and taking enemy fire. Private Messedge and Private Foulder are by your side. You receive your commands from the general.
"The satellite picture says the route is clear, dammit! Tapik, you're to move directly east NOW, and that's AN ORDER!"
"That's suicide, general! Half the unit's been lost already, you're killing us if we go out there!"
"Do it now, private, or I'll kill you myself!"
You and Private Messedge lock eyes. He shrugs, bewildered, half-smirking, then darts out from behind your cover. Before you have chance to grab him, he's gone. You hear shots fired, then Messedge yelp in pain.
"You strawberry floating bastard, Gaimes-Czat! You lousy, murdering bastard! You've killed him!"
"Get out there and secure the area, private, or it's not just HIS widow I'll be pulling!"What do you do?