Like toy soldiers, the Alliance walks. The administrators don't allow much freedom, forcing all the Cameramen and Speakermen to wake up at the earliest of times, and are forced into hard labor, and the ones who weren't built for the job, well, they got death. They didn't let love, and gayness is even more restricted. You walked, weapons in hand, next to your best friend, and also crush, Cameraman. He smiled at you, holding your hand in secrecy.

Cameraman: "Who knew you'd look so good today?"

Cameraman gripped your hand tighter, giving you a small nudge.