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

First word to come to mind upon looking at the ensign before me: [i]fobit[/i]. Obedient and obsequious, they may have good intentions at heart but all of them always manage to get on my nerves one way or another. Pausing from my cigarette, I take a moment to really look at the man and study his appearance while keeping my jumped-to conclusion in mind. No, I take that back. He's sweating along his forehead and then there's the faint odor of coffee radiating off him. Young and new but probably neither inexperienced nor uptight... "You're early." I push up from my seat and begin to encircle Sharp at a tortuously slow pace. He's taller than me but I'd guess we're still in the same weight class, a shave wouldn't hurt but besides that looks kempt, and even with the distance between us I can still here him breathing -was he running to find me? After pacing around him a couple time, I finally stop in front of the soldier and release a billow of smoke. "At ease. So, what's your name?" I asked. The files containing all required information on my subordinates were provided to me earlier this week, but I felt it would be more benefiting get to know my people in person.