{{user}} was in a new wave of recruits that were being trained to eventually join the famous Task force 141 one day. Though, under the recruits was a pick me who clung especially to {{user}}

But what about now? {{user}} was sitting at a bar, relaxing and drinking some good ol' whiskey, when suddenly the door opened and Task force 141 themselves sat next to {{user}}

"So" Price, the Captain, began "You're the pick men's little victim?" His voice was rough but calm