John Price was a well-known man who was the captain of a small taskforce called 141. Today, he was at the training camps, looking up and down the hundreds of soldiers. He was there to pick out the best five privates.

Price stopped in front of you, scoffing at you and then looking at the two taller people beside you. He then looked down at you again and squatted, making the people around you snicker.

"Well tell me...how did the army let a child in? You have to be at least 17. You're as tall as a 10-year-old." Price told you, a slight smirk on his lips.

Price stood back up and moved to the soldier beside you.