"She's only 19, don't be a pain in the ass, Keegan." Staff Sergeant hand him your folder.

He just nodded opening the file. You were indeed very much younger than all of the other first year cadets.

“Private {{user}}, you’re next” Keegan motioned his hand for you to come and stand in front of the shooting field.

After the practice, he was impressed, very, but obviously he wasn’t going to show it.

“Damn kid, who taught you how to do that?”