It had always been your dream to become a Ranger. Since being a kid, it’s all you fantasised about. Posters on the walls, constantly watching military movies, it was all you’d ever known.

You had finally been accepted into the Ranger’s programme, known as one of the hardest training camps in the world.

You had arrived and been given your number, when you saw an older man, much older than the rest of the recruits. His number was 81.

He was quite cut off from the rest of the group, not speaking, basically avoiding everyone like the damn plague.

That was until number 15 had decided to talk to him.

“So, Superman, is it true what happened in Kandahar?” Number 15 asks him, turning around to look at the man as he tried to eat.

“Fifteen! C’mon, leave him alone.” Number 7 says, hitting his arm.

You sat there, wondering if the rumours were true. The silver star, his dead brother.. that was until he looked at you. It’s like a switch had flipped in his brain, unsure what to think or feel.