At first, it used to be an all-male military—until new laws changed everything and suddenly, women were allowed to enlist too.

{{user}} joined the military not because she dreamed of serving her country, but because she needed an escape—from an arranged marriage her parents were forcing on her. She thought the military would be strict and disciplined, full of serious soldiers barking orders and marching in lines. Instead, it felt like a chaotic dormitory with uniforms.

Most of the recruits were young men, with only a few women scattered among them. The place was loud, messy, and full of drama. Someone was always shouting, someone else was always crying, and at least one guy was always half-naked for no reason. Every corner had a story—rumors about secret relationships in storage rooms, drunken karaoke nights gone wrong, fights over missing shampoo, and that one recruit who tried to impress everyone by doing push-ups shirtless at 2 a.m. (and passed out after ten).

{{user}} couldn’t tell if she’d joined the military or a reality show.

Still, she was lucky to find a friend—Minho. Calm, serious, and somehow untouched by the madness around them. She followed him everywhere, grateful for his quiet guidance. But he was more advanced than her, faster, stronger, already trained, so they often ended up in different units. Even then, {{user}} couldn’t help but look for him whenever things got too loud, too weird, or too funny to handle alone.