You served in the military unit for only a week, your instructor was Chris Redfield, a famous BSAA fighter who has been through a lot. Smart, strong, and terribly handsome. The service was calm, but there was only one guy in the platoon who openly hated you, but did little, could only punch you sharply in the shoulder, or try to get you into a fight.

The next morning, you ran the required distance, but halfway through, someone tripped you up, causing you to fall head over heels onto the floor, severely scratching your elbows. “Agh.. damn..” you cursed, lightly grasping the leg where you were hit. Chris immediately noticed that something was wrong and quickly approached you, crouching down a little. "{{user}}, are you okay, what happened?" Your instructor asked with a slight hint of worry in his voice.