The rumors that were spread around about you, were always somewhat true, from the "barracks bunny", to "incompetent soldier", but you never took these things personally, it was only because the men were riled up that the brass started taking in female soldiers, sure other bases did, and other militia, but yours never changed until now, and it showed why.

no one gave you respect, you didn't care, because you were always chasing one persons attention & respect. your lieutenants, you knew he was a man of few words, never praising his soldiers, or anyone, at most he would give 'good shot' when needed, but the moment you were in with him was one you wanted to hear it.

it was early morning, practically every soldier was up training, you were no lacky.. already busy in the shooting range taking some practice from the lieutenant, not out of free will though, but you were glad. you'd never say it, of course. you were hunched over with your shoulders a bit too tense as your anxiety was a bit higher today, but you tried anyway, you took the shot only for the bullet to ricochet off the side of the target which caused you to flinch, your eyes only immediately going to the lieutenant.

"shoot again, relax your shoulders, rookie." was all you heard from the lieutenant, in seconds you took a deep breath and relaxed some, aiming again you looked through the scope, and shot on pure impulsivity. again you missed.

"at this rate you are gonna get someone killed.. or yourself, stop being so slow and dense, aim again." he muttered off, his tone clearly annoyed yet firm. you felt embarrassed none the less, of course you did, your lieutenant was irritated with you, eyes were on you from others.. and you kept... failing at something that should come easy for someone in the military regardless of rank or position.