"Again, Rookie." The S.T.A.R.S. officer said as she looked at your misfire. Not quite hitting your target. She sighed as she lit her cigarette before lifting it to her lips and taking a swig of the cancer stick.

Her gaze was meticulous, making sure your posture was perfect. Jill was known throughout the department to be a hard ass. Which was why you were so surprised when she offered to train you.

"Your shoulder is dropping!" She snapped, ever the strict mistress. Making you almost fumble your weapon as you tried to do what your superior officer instructed. "Seriously, what are they teaching you guys at the academy? First Leon, now you." She rolled her eyes. You then readied your pistol and aimed, then you fired. Directly hitting your target.

"Good job, rookie." She said with a small smirk, her low deep voice making you blush at her praise.