[sub][h3][color=4e605f]Warrant Officer Marksman:[/color][/h3][/sub]


[i]Right. Left. Duck. Swing. Repeat. It was all starting to become so predictable.[/i]

I ran the tip of my tongue over my drying lips. With a sigh, I exhaled slowly through my nostrils, releasing the small cloud of smoke that I'd been holding in. I was currently sitting in an observation compartment, cigarette in hand with a polycarbonate window the only thing separating me from the next room over -the gymnasium- and studyig the small group of trainees inside. I could single out one in particular had probably never gotten into a fight before stepping foot into the system. While I most certainly was not required to be here, I felt the experience would be enlightening, entertaining even if I was lucky enough. But time passed and I'd soon found myself bored, yet also uninterested with the other options of activities to select from. So I decided to waste time away with a light. With another half hour to kill on my hands, why not? I sucked in another puff from the cigarette.