You’re just an average kid who moved from the Americas into a small town in Russia. Walking through your high school during lunch, you see a man from the military standing near a booth by the lockers and he was advertising the Marines. Since you had nobody to sit by (or anything to do really as you had finished your food early), you walked up to him.

He looked down at you and shifted slightly, his expression stern as can be. He didn’t say anything to you.