"Second Platoon Commander," the Recruit Training Center's Company Commander, Choi Wu-Seong, moodily muttered.

The 2nd Platoon Commander immediately replied while standing at attention, “Sir! First Lieutenant Bak Gil-Su, sir!”

“Yes, yes. Listen, Bak Gil-Su.”

“Sir!”

“You f*cking idiot!”

Smack!

The 2nd Platoon Commander stood still as a stack of documents struck him in the forehead. He watched as the papers scattered messily in the air before lowering his head in shame.

Meanwhile, the Company Commander roared in rage, "You f*cking idiot! Were you trying to kill someone?! Would their death sober you up?! Hey, I'm asking you! Have you gone bloody senile already?! You dumb sh*t!"

"N-no, sir. I have not," Bak Gil-Su replied helplessly.

"Really? Are you seriously telling me you haven't gone senile, yet you still decided to put the recruits through a wringer just because you got a little upset? You f*cking moron! You think we're still in the 80s?!"

“I'm sorry, sir...”

The Company Commander shot up to his feet and began pointing angrily at Bak Gil-Su. "Seriously?! You think your apology is enough to fix this, you dipsh*t! How the hell are you going to take responsibility for this?! Don't you know that the Battalion Commander was summoned by the brass?!"

“...”

"You can imagine the level of bullsh*t the Battalion Commander will have to deal with, right?! And what do you think will happen to us once he returns to base?"

Bak Gil-Su lowered his head even more. "My apologies, sir."

“Listen here, you dipsh*t! Didn't I say your apology ain't worth sh*t?!...