Thread: Chains Of Command [DamonHuntington x MasochisticHeartx]

Leroy's attempts to pull his hand back ended in failure as the other man kept a powerful grip, bringing the limb right back to the medals, where they'd clash against one another upon contact. With every move of Leroy's fingers, the melodic jingles resounded in his ears, reminding him that the General before his eyes was the exact man he himself wasn't -- just quite yet. 'I get it, you have a lot of awards... how long do you plan to keep showing them off?' He mentally questioned, getting more irritated by the second. It felt like the other male was practically rubbing it in his face, that he was so much better than him. But finally, the General would release his hand and walked over to his desk to lift up a sheet of paper that made Leroy's eyes widen somewhat. He recognized the header and he knew what it meant if the General ended up signing it. But... how the hell was that making things any clearer? All that served to do was make Leroy panic a bit internally, while still not understanding what the other man's previous orders were. Leroy thought he already complimented him, was that not enough? Or was it because he had talked back to him first? Hearing the man, that must've been the case -- it seemed the General was expecting absolute subservience from him. His eyes flicked up to the other man's face, about to retaliate and defend himself against the decision to discharge him on a whim like this, but the General continued before he got a chance to. Yes, sir. He answered when prompted. But... He'd open his mouth again to make his disapproval known, as if he either didn't actually hear what was said, or didn't care-- however, the next sentences admittedly surprised Leroy, and his mouth closed, silencing himself for an entirely different reason. 'Concerned about me?' If he had to be honest, he wasn't expecting the General to have been concerned about anyone or anything at all. If that was the case though, maybe Leroy had the wrong impression of him all along? Maybe the man really did just have everyone's best interests in mind? Leroy was now being given a choice, and he honestly didn't have to think long into it, but he frowned when he realized the General had once again closed in on him. Seriously, was that necessary? Ignoring the close proximity of the other, he'd speak up once more, I understand, sir. Sort of... but there wasn't anything else he could say. If he refused, that would be the end of it. His dreams... all he's worked for... he absolutely refused to be sent home! What would his parents think, hearing that he had been expelled because he wasn't cut out for being in the military? What would his entire hometown think? Even if they would be happy to have him back safe and sound, his pride would never allow him to live it down. ...But there is actually one thing I don't understand, sir. What is it that I need to learn, and what is it you want of me? He couldn't help but ask. What was he lacking? What kind of training method would he be put under, where he'd end up becoming 'great'? Why couldn't he keep on his regular path, and what was the General hoping for? Leroy couldn't arrive at an answer no matter how much his brain fought to think of one, and he was hoping he wouldn't be given an answer like 'you have you figure it out for yourself' or 'it's resting deep within you', because as far as he was concerned, his adaptable ways allowed him to be more than cut out for pretty much anything.