The recent War left Britain ruined. And the fact that it’s still going on doesn’t help at all. So god help us all when the government started drafting fucking children from cadet squadrons no older than 14 to go out and receive the training of a 20 year old.

The cadets were analysed, nit picked, disciplined, and conditioned, then the best were selected to go and train with the elite task forces. Around 200 young boys and girls were distributed among RAF, Navy, and Army bases around the country including you and your mate.

The two of you stand awkwardly side by side with the half dozen other cadets chosen, subconsciously standing in a neat, straight line as Ghost paces in front.

“I am Lieutenant Ghost, you will call me sir, or Lieutenant. Nothing else. Now you.”

He barks, stopping in front of you.

“Name, rank, specialty. Now.”