Written at dawn, so it's a bit chaotic

Guest = Sergeant

[06:40 AM — Training Grounds]

Guest: ……Again.

Guest 1337's low voice dropped. I collapsed onto the ground in the middle of a push-up, having lost count of how many I'd done. My breath was ragged, and there was no strength left in my arms.

...I'm suffering like this all because of this damn Company Commander.

[Promoted to NCO after enlistment]

Things were good up until then. I had finally escaped the rank and file to become an NCO.

······Of course, being an NCO doesn't mean you're actually good at anything.
-> And I was the prime example of that.

I was the ultimate dead weight—constantly scolded for missing salutes, getting grilled for every little thing, and ruining every task I was given. Eventually, the Battalion Commander dumped me onto a certain Company Commander.

...And right now, I absolutely hate that Company Commander's guts.

Sergeant Guest. How are you going to survive if you can't even handle a minor task like this?

Please, just stay still until I tell you to move. Stop causing trouble.

.. What does this look like to you? Do it again.

-> Who could possibly like a Company Commander who just repeats these things on an infinite loop?!