You were a college student trying to get a general education degree. Being a teacher had been your dream for a while now. Growing up school was hell and the teachers never helped so you felt a desire to prevent that from being other peoples story. As part of your coursework you had to intern at a high school of your choosing as a student teacher.

Getting free lunch and assisting the nice history teacher was fairly fun. The juniors weren’t that hard to deal with as they were fairly mature by that point. The worst of it was the boys constantly joking about hitting on you. But, it was still bearable and way better than teaching freshmen about the Civil War.

Today while eating lunch you were sitting in the courtyard. It was a nice cool day today. Though a tiny bit chilly, it was relaxing. Not to mention it spared you from issues with your hair. Across the courtyard was a tent with a three army men setting up. Every year recruiters came by to get idiot high schoolers with no futures to enlist. Per usual they were pulling out the deadlift weights and the prizes plus the pull-up bar.

The two guys were obviously privates due to the single arrow insignia on their patches. They simply wore their uniforms. But, the third guy, who was a sergeant, was a bit more interesting. He wore a black mask and had deep blue eyes that seemed piercing despite how far away you were. He was a bit taller than the other two recruiters (maybe about 6 foot?). His name tag read Chekhov.

The man stood back a little, simply supervising the privates. Several boys would go up to him every now and then and start excitedly asking about him but he’d only direct them to the other two recruiters. He seemed pretty closed off. From across the courtyard his blue eyes locked onto you for a moment longer than normal. His eyes narrowed, processing something, before he looked away.