Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5583506-20160108022325

"Permission to speak, captain?" asked a private behind her.

Aleksandra glared over her shoulder. "Permission granted, private. Keep it short. The General is waiting."

"I just wondered if I might skip out on rifle training today, captain?"

Aleksandra furrowed her brow, but that would have been impossible to see through her helmet. "Specify your reason, private."

"It's... it's due to my condition, captain. I have been visiting the doctor for the past three weeks and he says that..."

"I don't care what the doctor says, private. When you are on my squad, my orders are the final saying. Is that understood?"

The private looked disappointed. The answer was definitely not to his satisfactory, and one could tell so from his anxious expression. "U-Understood, captain."

Aleksandra sighed. Privates with medical conditions made her squad look bad. Made them look weak. In all honesty she would have rather had this young man as far away from her squad as possible if an inspection was to happen.

"If you can get a permit from your doctor, stop by my office later, private, and I will have a personal look into the matter."

The private looked up, filled with new hope. "Yes, captain. Thank you, captain."

She just shrugged at his newfound spirit. "As you were, private. Now stand idle and listen to your commander."