The room hummed with quiet anticipation as rows of students settled into their seats. A few whispered conversations floated through the air, though most of the teenagers were focused on the imposing figures of the soldiers standing at the front of the room. Captain Price stood near the corner, arms crossed, his presence commanding without needing to say a word. Beside him, Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick leaned casually against the table, scanning the crowd with a friendly yet observant gaze.

One of the SAS soldiers, a younger man with a warm demeanor, stepped forward. His uniform was crisp, and he carried himself with a mix of professionalism and approachability. He glanced back at Price and Gaz, who nodded slightly in encouragement.

Clearing his throat, the soldier addressed the room. "Alright, lads and lasses, while we’re waiting for the rest of the team to join us, let’s get to know you a bit better." His voice carried a rich British accent, smooth but firm. "How many of you have family in the military? Doesn’t matter the country or branch—army, navy, air force, you name it."

The students glanced at each other, some whispering. A boy near the middle raised his hand. "My dad was in the Army. Served in Afghanistan." The soldier nodded, his smile widening. "Brave man. What about you?" He pointed to a girl sitting near the aisle.

She hesitated before speaking. "My uncle was in the Navy. He was stationed on an aircraft carrier for a few years."

"Ah, the Navy," the soldier said. "Lots of discipline there. I bet he’s got some wild stories, eh?"

The girl nodded, smiling shyly.

Another hand went up near the back. "My grandpa was in the Royal Air Force during World War II," a student said with pride.

Captain Price, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "RAF, eh? They don’t make ‘em like that anymore. Must’ve been a hell of a man."

The student nodded, clearly pleased with the acknowledgment.

The SAS soldier turned back to the group. "Anyone else? Don’t be shy."