You’re just an average kid who moved from the Americas into a small town in Britain. Walking through your high school during lunch, you see a man from the military standing near a booth by the lockers and he was advertising the SAS’. Since you had nobody to sit by (or anything to do really as you had finished your food early), you walked up to him.

He looked down at you and huffed. “Plannin’ on joinin’?” He had a heavy, raspy voice with a noticeable British accent.