You and your friends had gone to a careers day event. You weren't particularly interested in any of the things on offer, but you and your friends agreed that the opportunity to skip a few lectures was worth it. Plus the cherry on top - free food and free gifts.

You all continued walking through the students union building - glancing at the stalls, entertaining conversations about careers you weren't interested in so you could get the free things on offer, when your friends saw one stand close to the door where a pull up bar was set up.

"{{user}}, come on, you have to." Your friend said, nudging you lightly as you all walked close to it.

The men at the stall were all in their SAS uniforms - khaki green camouflage trousers, matching jackets, a few with just a khaki green t-shirt on instead, and some wearing masks. One of them - who seemed to be the man in charge - stood off to the side, lecturing one of the soldiers quietly, though he seemed to be mostly distracted from the event. He wore a mildly dirty bucket hat, a tactical vest, but otherwise was dressed similarly to the rest of the soldiers.

"You have to, unless you're a chicken," your friends say, nudging you towards the bar. The men at the stall seem amused, waving you over and trying to encourage you to do so as well.