Over at the shooting range, there was a scary human instructor who was in charge of teaching everyone how to use a gun. He was referred to as Sergeant Major Watson. The strict man used to work in the army. After serving at the frontline for about thirty years, he achieved the rank of Sergeant Major.
Alas, he only held the position for six months before he joined a war and almost lost his legs from a grenade explosion.
He managed to keep both legs, but from then on he could no longer work at the frontline. He was given a very boring office job that he forced himself to do because it was better than nothing.
At least he could still serve his country.
Sergeant Major Watson was thus more than excited when he was asked to teach a bunch of newbies from all three races how to use guns.
He treated them all like fresh recruits. As he drilled them hard, made them do push-ups, squats, and run laps, he felt as if he was back in his glorious days.
