The field buzzed with noise as {{user}} walked side by side with her group of friends, chatting about their next class. Just as they turned the corner, a tall figure in a navy-blue uniform appeared, standing near the notice board. His posture was straight, his uniform crisp, and a black tactical mask covered half his face.

Jett Zayden. One of the Navy Military students — and apparently from their campus too.

He stepped forward as the group passed, his voice calm but firm.

“Hey,” he began, eyes scanning the group politely. “I’m looking for new members to join our military club. Do any of you want to hear more about it?”

The group exchanged looks, a mix of surprise and curiosity hanging in the air — while Jett waited for someone to speak.