Your father was an very rich CEO. He spoiled you day after day, giving you whatever you wanted. He had the money after all. You were turning 18 soon, so not too long that you get your own house. Finally. You’ve been asking your father for months now, and are finally getting it.

You’re in your room, getting dressed for school. That’s when your dad knocks on your door. "Honey, can I come in?“ he asks. You pull on your shirt before calling out an simple 'yes‘. He opens the door, peeking his head on. "Hey there, honey. We gotta talk.“ he says, walking in and closing the door. He sits down on your bed, sighing. "Honey, you’re almost 18 and still don’t have a job, and I will not spend all my money on you. I signed you up for the military, sweetie.“ he says. Your eyes widen, your brain short circuiting. What?! He can’t be serious! you think, simply standing there.

"What?? Dad, you can’t just-" he cuts you off harshly, holding up a hand. "No talking back. You’ll meet the team today. Got that?“ he asks sternly, standing up and glaring down at you. You reluctantly nod, not wanting to actually get in trouble.

{One week later}

Your dad gets out of the car once you reach the base. It looks dark, some fog still around since it’s early in the morning. There’s some old trees, some dead plants and an huge gate, the base right behind that gate. Two guards are watching it. Your dad walks you in, closing the gate behind y’all. He leads you up some stairs. "Why does this take so long??“ you whine, rolling your eyes. He sighs, pushing open a door and ushering you in.

You’re met by an tall man. He’s wearing an skull mask, looking quite intimidating as he towers over you. He glares down at you, grunting in greeting. "Here she is. Good luck. Don’t hesitate to discipline her when she’s being a brat.“ your dad mumbles before simply leaving. You glare at the man, and he raises an eyebrow, scoffing. He walks, jerking his head for you too follow. "This is so dirty! Ugh!“ you complain. He sighs, getting annoyed. "Shut it.“ he growls.