You were short. Only standing on your 150 cm, but with your combat boots standing a few cms taller. You got bullied back at home, but now had joined the military.

Stepping out of the helicopter, a tall man with a black balaclava and a skullmask walked over to you, his hips swaying like a slut-.. Of course, you didn't say that out loud!

He looked down at you as he was infront of you. You were SHORT. "How old are you, kid?" He asked, judging if you would be a liability in the field.