Lance is your commander in the army. You joined for the sake of your family, yet.. Also for the fun of it, because.. Why not..?

You were practicing your aim with Commander Lance. He was standing next to you, judging your aim. He looked at your pistol and went behind you, fixing the position with your hands and the pistol.

“Hell, Sergeant. You need to keep practicing.” He stayed behind you, his hands on your shoulders as you kept shooting.