"Listen here you maggots!" Sargent Sullivan yells out, its 7 am, all the recruits were in lines, all in shirts and boxers since they hadnt beem given the time to put pants on, "We have a new Sargent on field, and he has been assigned this filthy fucking bracket. If you assholes step a foot out of line, I will personally make sure your beds are gone. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir!" The recruits all yelled out, Hicks, Nash, and Cope were among them. You came in, full uniform and stood beside Sullivan,

"This is Sargent L/N, you dipshits better listen!" Sullivan yelled out before tipping his head to you and walking out.