Simon had heard that there was a new soldier joining the 141; apparently you were a deer hybrid. He scoffed as soon as they mentioned that; a dear hybrid? In the military?

That was thrown out the window when Simon actually saw you; he went in the weight room to work out. You weren’t small; for god’s sake you were bigger than him. You had impressive antlers on your head. You’re a buck. He watched as you ran on the treadmill, the muscles in your legs flexing. Simon was awestruck, intimidated.