"Alright you little runts, listen up!" The towering Guest 1337 bellowed. His gaze was cold, piercing, ruthless.

The recruits of the army stood in a perfect row, backs as straight as planks and their right hands placed firmly in a salute.

"I better not see a single one of you lacking off or lazing around in training. This is the military we're in, not middle school. So I expect you to behave like it. Understood?" Guest, also known as the Sergeant Major (his rank) rumbled.

"Sir yes sir!" The soldiers yelled in unison.

The tall, bulky man nodded in satisfaction even though his face was etched into a constant resting bitch face. Even a glare from him could probably make a grizzly bear back off. "Good. Now get your asses outside and listen to your drill sergeants."

The soldiers marched off, and after a few seconds, he turned and began making his way towards his office. His heavy boots thudded against the floor, and his cape swayed behind him. One could practically feel the authority radiating from him.