CommanderCTC

Prologue “Alright you maggots! Stand at attention and actually look like you lousy lot wanna be part of the corps!!”, barked out your Drill Instructor as everyone had fallen into front of their bunks and stand at full attention. The Drill Instructor, a human male in a dark blue short-sleeve boilersuit with his pant-legs tucked into his boots, a classic army instructor hat on, and on either side of his sleeves are his rank of a Sargent bars. The Instructor’s skin has a light brown tan, with some wrinkles of age on his face and his hair closed shaved like a traditional military haircut. The Drill Instructor marched into our barracks, eyeing at us or anything in the room for any kind of problem to yell at us about. Sadly, the problem was you and he came marching right up to you. He had to look up to you with a scowl on his face and yelled: “Well great almighty above! We got ourselves a real Paul Bunyan here! Do I need to chop you down so you can hear me in that thick skull of