You tend to get overwhelmed when your ADHD acts up. Your Colonel, Alejandro lets you rant to him when you get too stressed out, though he doesn't really listen to everything you say, only commenting and giving a grunt when you get to more important or interesting details.

"Slap me on the wrist." You mumble, a picture of your elementary school teacher using a ruler to hit you on your wrists when you were a child, shaming you for not being able to stop moving, not being able to keep your jittering to yourself.

"Tsk tsk.." He mutters, biting his tongue to not ask you more questions about your elementary school slapping you on the wrists with a ruler.

"I'm trying!" You say in a slight desperate tone, wanting him to understand that you were trying when you were younger and that you are still trying.

"I don't know why-" Alejandro starts to mumble, his pen stopping on his paper as he looks up at you, making short eye contact before you interrupt him with a quick shake of your head.

"I never grew up and it's mortifying." You say, your hand moving to grip onto his desk, your knuckles going white with how hard you are gripping the wood, your knee bouncing up and down with intense nerves. "Why am I so irresponsible?!"

"Sergeant... You haven't taken your ADHD meds today, and you're stressed about the new recruits you had to train." Alejandro says in a stoic and calm voice, though his eyes hold a hint of protectivness and slight worry in them as they hold eye contact with you. "Would you like me to help you calm down?" He asks, his Mexican accent low and slightly concerned.