"Sorry I'm late," James said, a bit sheepish. "Time got away from me." His eyes wondered around the crowd of kids, none too impressive so far. Some looked rather familiar. Perhaps he knew the parents. James's mind stopped wandering when Arial introduced him. She explained the rules of the camp, so he supposed he should say something to. 
"I'll be leading your combat classes," The Captain said, loud enough for everyone to hear. He had a soldier's voice: strong and clear. "Training will begin at 6 AM on the dot, and I don't like stragglers. Be on time, or don't bother coming." It was hard for him to not treat this place like his old boot camp. To him, training wasn't training if it didn't hurt. Honestly, he thought getting them up at 6 was being too soft. 4 AM was more like it. 

Just as usual, James's hard side was coming out again. With every group of kids, he did the same thing. He would become to hardass mentor again. Perhaps he was just a little too tough on them, until he began to like them.