After a series of debates within Eugene's platoon, the outcome was tragic for the burly man. Not only had his platoon formed tiny groups of differing beliefs, but they'd also done so in the midst of battle, causing Eugene to wonder whether they had planned this beforehand or whether they were just plain stupid.
His prediction tilted towards the latter, which was why he currently stood facing his subordinates, applying pressure to his temples as he rubbed them in order to alleviate the uprising of a headache that assaulted his body.
"Are you guys done?" A voice that sounded incredibly annoying to Eugene's ears reverberated throughout the area, containing unmasked disdain and ridicule towards the burly man and his subordinates.