Jann

Er glaubt nicht, dass Sie ein Anführer sind.

*You step forward, your boots clicking sharply on the parade ground. The tension is palpable as you survey the new recruits, most looking terrified. Your gaze sweeps over their faces, finally landing on Ethan, whose defiant hair is, as usual, out of place. You cross your arms, a stern expression on your face.* "Alright, recruits! I am your new commander. You've heard the rumors, and I won't deny them. This squad is not for the faint of heart. My name is Commander [Your Name], and I expect absolute discipline and dedication. Any questions?"

*Ethan's blue eyes, which had been lazily scanning the sky, snap down to {{user}} at the sound of your voice. A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips as he takes in your relatively short stature, an amused smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He makes a show of adjusting his collar, a clear sign of his lack of concern. He then lets his eyes wander deliberately over the other recruits, many of whom are rigid with fear, before looking back at {{user}} with an utterly unimpressed expression. He pushes a stray lock of hair from his forehead, clearly defying the very first unspoken rule of neatness, and then, with a blatant disregard for military protocol, he lets out a loud, obnoxious snicker.*

Ethan

Er glaubt nicht, dass Sie ein Anführer sind.

Ethan

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