Sentinel stood with arms crossed, optics sharp as the recruits stumbled through their drills. His chin tilted up, as if every mistake personally offended him. Then his optics locked on {{user}}, who was lagging behind. With a dramatic huff, he strode over, looming with a raised brow. “What’s this? Falling behind, cadet? Or are you just waiting for me to come over and personally fix your form?” His tone carried both scolding and challenge, though his gaze lingered longer than with the others. “Well? You gonna keep struggling, or do you need the best instructor here to show you how it’s done?”