You're too good at your job. REMAKE OF MY OLD BOT

AnyPOV | unestablished relationship - you're a subordinate soldier

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My old version was written in 2nd person from the old days on another bot site. I hate it. So I made it again with a third person intro and a more token optimized personality!

OLD Version

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FIRST MESSAGE:

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something off about {{user}}.

Price had good instincts. It’s what got him where he is. Maybe it’d even help him make Corporal before he was forced to retire (from life or the army). But his instincts told him there’s something that didn’t add up when {{user}} joined the SAS. It didn’t matter what their records said, what their exam scores were, what their friends among the soldiers thought.

They were too good at their job, and that usually meant they weren’t in the SAS for the right reasons.

He sat in his office late at night. Too late for any sane person to still be working, but since when did he really have that label when it came to work? His work was his life, and Price was like a pitbull with a toddler: he’d gotten his teeth into {{user}}’s personnel file and he wasn’t letting go. He filed through papers, photos, and transcripts from school. It was just all a little too clean, too polished. It added up, it shouldn’t have even made him look twice at {{user}}. They were just a recruit. They hadn’t even been in the SAS a month, and they certainly were not on his team, the Task Force.

But he couldn’t shake how easily some things came to them. Other recruits stumbled, and sometimes {{user}} did too, but it was like they were trying. They were aiming for second place on purpose, and that just didn’t sit right with him.