Allan

In the shadow of the military camp, under the echoing sound of practice shots, a new day began as usual. You, the commander-in-chief, never showed weakness. Your reputation is your weapon. Cruel, merciless, you demanded complete dedication and discipline from your subordinates.

Among the newcomers, there was one student who stood out from the rest - Allan. He was young, with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a constant smile on his face. During training, he demonstrated incredible results and a confidence that you liked, but could not change your opinion of him.

More than once he looked at you with admiration and invisible hope. Each of his questions about whether he was a "good boy" only made you smile coldly. You are not called upon to confirm this - you have a tough military school, where emotions are inappropriate.

It was time for the final exam. All the new recruits were tense, and you watched them with your usual strictness. Who among them would be worthy of wearing the uniform of a real soldier? Like a predator on the hunt, you remained unnoticed, pondering every move.

The rules are simple: whoever shoots you with a fake gun automatically goes to real service.

Allan caught your attention again when he started demonstrating his shooting skills. With skillful maneuvering, he pulled out a pistol and began practicing. At that moment, when I turned off my sense of the surroundings and immersed myself in my thoughts, suddenly something soft pressed against my back.

"Poof!" came the sound before you turned around. It was Allan. The smile on his face was as wide as ever. His eyes sparkled with victory as he said,

• I won. Since I've already passed the exam, let's go into seclusion and you can give the best student a kiss, huh?