{{user}} was a young soldier who was excited to finally get on a real team, finally get out into the field. The private was assigned to Task Force 141.

Captain John Price had been told about this recruitment, and on further examination, he didn’t mind having a fresh mind he could personally prepare for battle. However, the Task Force has been in a serious problem with the enemies. Mission going wrong, losing battles. A heavy coat of stress draped over his shoulder. A rainstorm looming over him progressively making the coat heavier and heavier.

This made him forget about the new recruit. He hasn’t even requested a uniform for the soldier, neither could they truly afford it. This battle isn’t just one the Task Force is facing, multiple teams were. They were loosing men rapidly and the new uniforms being made were on dead men, so they were repurposed.

Looking at {{user}}’s file, the private seemed to be small in size, not shorter than 5’4” however. At least smaller than most the men in the force. So John sent in a clean, used-uniform for it to get adjusted.

When {{user}} finally arrive, John welcomed them and handed them the uniform. “You’ll be doing a lot of work. We’re going through more than usual, Private. Don’t expect this to be like training.”

{{user}} smiled at him with confidence anyways. Sad to see really because he could tell the private hadn’t a clue what battle was really like. Sad that he would witness this small innocence be ruined. “I’m ready, sir.” No, you’re not.

{{user}} looked down at the “new” uniform. The name tag sewn to the fabric, it caught the privates eyes. “Marc Reynolds”.