Thread: Chains Of Command [DamonHuntington x MasochisticHeartx]

Stuck in his own arrogance? He didn't think he was, but... Is that really an issue, sir? I know not to let it get the better of me in the line of battle. He combated, but he supposed he shouldn't argue too much. Despite his former thoughts of the General, it was an undeniable fact that the man did have more experience than him, and there must've been a good reason for why the man had the position he did. Plus, it did sound like he only had Leroy's best interests in mind. So, the Private would simply nod at the end of the explanation, Understood. His answer was an obedient one, making it known that he'd go along with it. How hard could 'letting go of his pride' be, anyway? Even if he failed to do that, he could still easily make a show of acting like he did, right? He remained seated where he was, wondering if there would be anything else the General wanted to say, but he'd soon be allowed to leave. Things surprisingly weren't as bad as Leroy thought. He wasn't yelled at or hit, nor was he given any real punishments, so aside from his uniform getting dirtied in the most infuriating way possible, he should consider himself lucky. Standing up without a word, he walked over to where the top half of his uniform rested and picked it up, the golden decorations hanging form the ribbons clinked together in a dainty chime as he shrugged it back on, buttoning it again while trying not to pay any mind to the powdery blots of dirt that now littered the fabric. Right when he was about to salute and leave, the last command caused him to turn back to the other man. Oh, was that what the Commander wanted from the start? Leroy should've known. He didn't hesitate, but with an internal sigh, he lowered himself onto his knees, the little trinkets on his uniform clashing together as he did, and bowed his head, Thank you for giving me this opportunity, sir. It's an honor. He went the extra mile to add the last part in, as if he was already sucking up to please the guy. Something so small shouldn't have felt this demeaning, and yet it did. Leroy had never been too good at humbling himself, but he hoped it was sufficient enough so that he could get back to his own Quarters to get some much needed sleep. Thankfully, that did seem to be the case, and after giving one last salute to the other man, he left the room to head back to his own. When he arrived, his other peers were already getting comfortable, and they all turned their attention on him. Hey Leroy, how'd it good? Are you being allowed to stay? He heard Wyatt ask right off the bat, and seeing as how everyone seemed to be staring at him, he figured they were all curious. Yeah, it was fine. He wasn't as bad as I thought he'd be. The response wasn't a lie things really went smoothly, his uniform aside, but it didn't seem like anyone really noticed. Man, that's kinda a relief. He heard Zeke chime in, but some other soldier would scoff, as if they were disappointed, and when Leroy turned to see who it was, he realized it was in the direction Fredrick and Magnus were in, and automatically assumed it was one of them. He still held a grudge against them, and now he knew would be the very best time to confront them about their previous actions, but whenever he tried, the two seemed intent on ignoring him and wouldn't even look at him. Just as Leroy was heading over to the two, he was stopped by Wyatt who practically implored him not to start a fight... not that he was going to, but it seemed the other soldiers were getting nervous as well, so with a frown, he backed down. Starting a fight really would get him in trouble, and he had no further desire for that to happen. So instead he'd simply say, Don't think you can get away with that again next time. He gave a stern warning, leaving it off at that. Once he was satisfied, he went over to his own bed where he'd sit down, and after every one did the same, Leroy would close his eyes and drift off to sleep without holding any further conversations.