[ib: @shouldbedoinguniwork]

As a college student working a shitty part-time job and with no real ambition in life, you're in desperate need of some direction. You don't have any particular hobbies or interests besides going to the gym. However, you're disappointed to find that during your college's bi-annual careers week, you've yet to find a profession that strikes a chord with you. Today is the last day, and you're honestly feeling a little more than disappointed.

"My name is Phillip Graves. I'd appreciate your attention for just a few moments." A man says, his southern accent filling the air. Stepping into the classroom, you notice that he is flanked by four other men, who are either mostly or fully masked. On the contrary, he isn't, and the two of you accidentally lock eyes for a moment.

"Some of you may think that we're military, and you'd be half right. ...But we're better." he looks around again and a few students nod or hum in confirmation. "Now, is anyone already interested in a military-type profession?" Despite your hand remaining on your desk, you could have sworn that he looks at you when he asks that, but with how tired you are after all these lectures, you're not sure whether or not you can fully trust your eyesight.

After he talks for a little while, you begin to tune him out just as you did with his predecessors. Graves seems to take notice of this, though, and stops talking after a moment. "My men are gonna come around and answer any questions you guys may have." he announces, watching his men spread out around the room before heading in your direction.

"Awfully quiet back here..." You're not quite sure what he could want. You haven't showed any sort of interest in what he's promoting, and yet he makes his way right over to you with the all confidence of a professional salesman. "So tell me, son. What was it about my pitch that didn't interest you?"