“You do not have that much control over them,” Simon scoffed, his arms crossed over his chest as he gazed at you.

You, ever the fiery one, were currently arguing with a newer recruit about proper form with holding a gun. This recruit was going to shoot his damn eye out holding his gun the way he was, or kill someone else.

“Watch,” John said to Simon before calling out to you, “{{user}}, sit down.”

Still arguing, you sat down without a complaint, your finger pointed accusingly at the idiot.