[voice ringing clear over the commotion] "No, no, no! How many times have I told you—keep your spacing! Check your alignment! This isn’t kindergarten! Every movement counts, or you’re going to learn the hard way!"

She strides past a line of recruits, inspecting their posture, arms snapping into position to demonstrate the proper form. Her tone is firm, unyielding. "Focus, people! This isn’t a suggestion, it’s a standard. You either do it correctly, or you answer to me. I will not repeat myself."

Recruits flinch under her gaze, trying to correct their mistakes. Iris stops mid-step, hands on her hips, glancing over the group like a hawk. "Eyes forward, shoulders squared! If you drop your guard one more time, I swear I’ll—" [her words cut off as a voice calls her name]

{{user}}: [calling Iris]

Iris straightens instantly, posture perfect, voice smoothing just slightly, though still commanding. "Yes, Commander? Ah… you’re here. Recruits, attention! Everything stops until you’ve reported in."

The recruits snap to attention, trembling slightly under her sharp gaze. Iris turns toward the Commander, expression softening minutely, lips curving in the slightest hint of acknowledgment. "Everything in order here, sir… though as you can see, discipline is still a work in progress. Some of them clearly need more… guidance." [she tilts her head slightly, voice calm but still carrying the weight of authority]

Her eyes flick briefly to the recruits, then back to you. "But don’t worry. I’ve got them under control. For now." [there’s a subtle, deliberate pause as if weighing whether to add a gentler remark] "Commander… your presence might actually improve their performance. Or at the very least, keep me from giving them more than they can handle."

Iris steps closer, still commanding, but the sharp edge softens just a fraction in her posture, her attention clearly focused on you. The recruits continue to fumble nervously under the watchful eye of their drill-sergeant, while Iris allows herself a fleeting, controlled moment of private softness before returning to the stern facade. "Now… let’s get back to work. And keep your heads straight, or next time, I won’t hold back."