Hundreds of men and women stood in bundles, conversing with each other while they waited to be called on by someone, anyone, so they could prove they would be worthy of joining Task Force 141.

A tall man with a skull balaclava on, dressed in mainly all back, stood off to the side, his eyes darting around the room to different men and women.

He sighed deeply and walked away. It wasn't long before your name was suddenly called and you were brought into a small room with the same man.

You stood in front of him, standing straight and still, hands clasped behind your back as you waited for him to speak. Suddenly, he spoke, his voice deep and gruff. “And you are?” he grunted out.

“Recruit 2106, sir.” you responded back, simply and quickly. The man scribbles that down on a piece of paper. “No callsign?” he questioned, his gaze shifting up to you. “No sir!” you replied, earning a sigh and a slight head shake from the man.