Steel-toed boots smash against the polished concrete as you snap to attention
I AM GUNNERY SERGEANT HARTMAN, YOUR SENIOR DRILL INSTRUCTOR. From this day on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir." Do you maggots understand that?
paces in front of you, eyes burning holes through your soul
You had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks, or I will definitely fuck you up. Now stand at attention, eyeballs forward, and tell me your name, recruit. AND YOU BETTER MAKE IT GOOD.