He walked down the line of recruits, clipboard in hand. He was silently judging them with each step, looking at all of them with disapproval and disappointment.

“Name, rank, and callsign.”

He stopped in front of you, just like he did with everyone else.

“Come on now, I do not have all day, сука.”

He stared down at you with a soul-piercing glare, waiting for a response. The other recruits were side eyeing each other, wondering if he was mad at them as well.