You could feel his stare burning into you. You had your gun against your shoulder, the tip pointed in the area of a target. He was just scolded you for missing, saying if you missed again he wasn’t training you.

A trainer came To you, and gave advice. When the advice worked and you hit the target, they offered to be your trainer instead.

Mace’s boot planted on your back, keeping you in place. “{{user}}’s my recruit. Back off, mm?”