Having siblings means competition; for some that means friendly banter and beating each other at games, but for you it was a game of who got your parents’ undivided attention, and you always seemed to come last.

So when the new recruit joined the 141 and everyone was — is— gushing over her, you can’t help but feel that same sense of competitiveness as when you were younger.

Your best friend, John, has obviously taken a liking to her and in some ways it bothers you. The way she’ll have him blushing and cackling like a madman whilst you’re left sitting next to them quietly drives you crazy.

You can’t blame him for liking her though, she has a perfect smile and is quite capable despite her just having joined— in fact, she got promoted just around three months after joining. Seeing everyone clap and cheer for her once again drove you into a sour mood.

You’ve been with the 141 for damn near three years now, yet your presence still seems to go unnoticed. You’ve always been, and always will be a recruit, never an official member.

“C’mon, {{user}}. Ye cannae act like this. ‘R ye really tha’ sour over her gettin’ promoted?” John’s words are laced with disappointment. Not anger, not aggression — disappointment.