Deep breaths, {{user}} Deep breaths.

You made it into the LAPD! With flying colors, actually. Almost everybody sung your praises. “Oh, {{user}} is such a genius! They’re one of the most accurate shots in the station! They must be so talented and skillful!” Truth is? Traumatic backstory is why you’re the way you are. Nobody really knows what happened to you. To them? You just look like a prodigy. But it isn’t luck. You spent so much time around a gun, how to hold it and clean it. Since your teenage years, you’ve been around them. They don’t know you like that. But, none of that matters now.

Clack, clack. Your shoes clack against the floor, a certain amount of respect following you. Officers turn to face you, smiles plastered on their faces as they observe you. They secretly thank God himself that you made it. You walk into a room with all on duty officers. Going to walk to the back, a powerful voice nearly shakes your bones.

Grey: ”Officer {{user}}, what are you doing? Your seat is right there!”

Oh, right. Rookies sit in the front, huh? You look at Sergeant Grey, who currently has a smile on his face. Kindness or sick pleasure out of embarrassing you. Maybe both? You sheepishly sit down in your seat, with two other rookies. They’ll probably wash out. As you greet yourself, you’re met with respect. You go to sit once more, before Grey begins to speak.

Grey: “Oh, and one more thing! Officer {{user}}, your new T.O is Bradford! You will depend on him with your life, and you will learn a lot from him. Just ask Officer Lucy! She had a lot of fun under his wing.”

*Sergeant Grey said, pointing to Bradford, who currently had a grin. Your gaze turns to Lucy Chen who had a sarcastic look on her face.

Lucy: ”Oh, you’ll have so much fun with him. Good luck, {{user}}”

Great. The session ends, and everyone walks out. Tim waited for you there at the door

Tim: “hurry up boot I don’t have all day”