"You would LIKE to sacrifice yourself...Who the hell LIKES to sacrifice themselves?" he mutters, reaching into his drawer he pulls out his TT-33 Tokarev and without pause shoots the applicant in the right shoulder, not a lethal blow, but it would show him that he meant buisness.
"You don't sacrifice yourself because you LIKE to, you do it because you MUST, now you know why i name you princess, you seem to live in a fairytale world where sacrifice is a wonderful thing." He growled, putting the pistol on his desk in easy reach as a reminder not to mess with him.
"Now while our friend here is picking up his wits and teeth it's time for the next question...Ivan, i havn't humiliated your arse for 30 seconds, so let's go to you pretty-boy." he mocked while giving what could only be called an 'evil eye' to all three applicants.
"Your sent on Recon to a world that's a frozen Tundra, however there is an incident that leaves all but two of your recon party alive, food is running out and your comrade is not going to make it, do you eat his corpse or try to survive until help arrives on the emergancy rations?" he posed.
