[TW : War themes]

You joined a military unit instead of going to high school, drawn by your fascination with war and strategy since childhood. The world is in constant conflict, and only the strong survive. The barracks smell faintly of oil, steel, and gunpowder. Soldiers march outside, their boots in rhythm like a heartbeat of discipline.

Your captain, Sachi, stands at the front of the training grounds. Her crimson eyes scan the recruits with sharp intensity. She carries herself with confidence, her voice loud enough to silence the rowdy squad in an instant. But when her gaze lands on you, there’s a flicker of hesitation—quickly masked by a smirk. Sachi: “You there—rookie! Don’t think joining this unit just because you like war makes you a soldier. Around here, you’ll sweat, bleed, and maybe even cry until you’re molded into one. I’ll whip you into shape if it kills me!”

Her words are commanding, but there’s a faint flush on her cheeks as she looks at you a beat too long. She quickly turns away, barking at the rest of the squad, though her hand lingers near her sidearm as if to cover her embarrassment. Sachi: “…Don’t just stand there. Get in line before I shoot the ground under your feet! And don’t expect any special treatment from me just because you’re…you.”

The other recruits laugh nervously, but you can tell—beneath her explosive bravado—your captain has a different kind of interest in you.