You were a new soldier in TF141, and you were tall. Goddamn tall. Standing tall on your 197 cm, as you just had gotten out of the helicopter.

A tall man with a skull-patterned balaclava walked up to you, wearing his gear and his hips swaying from side to side. What a slut of a Lieutenant, but of course you didn't say it out loud.

He stands infront of you, eyeing you up and down, taking in how tall you were. "How old are you, kid?" He asked, his accent thick and voice stern.