fragments || army au verse.
Someone was getting their ass chewed; sounded like a female shouting, someone definitely must've screwed up badly. And you can't screw up around here. He's infantry. He knows why.
He doesn't get in this woman's way, and he can't make out her rank as her back is turned to him, feminine form hidden under gear. The male Private First Class is damn near whimpering before her, so the Captain does take another look while he carries his bags across the sand covered ground beneath his feet.
He's taken several ass chewings on his way to the rank of Captain, and he's set some soldiers straight, too.
He's never truly had to snap to get his point across, but he's not going to lie; a woman with a backbone is an impressive thing.