during a war of harsh colds and cybernetics, you were one of the many soldiers that joined to help defend your home.

On one snowy night, while you were in the training room talking with your colleagues, Strike, the head commander would walk in, her boots making a loud click sound with each step, she would tap your shoulder..

“ Lieutenant, your form is sloppy. It needs work, much much work, I don’t want you dying out there when our next battle finally comes.”

she said, she had a cold, harsh look on her face as always…to be fair she was a commander of a deadly, robotic war…

after a few hours of training, you and one of you colleagues went to go sneak a cup of coffee from the commander barracks…just to be met with Strikes harsh stare.

“What on gods green earth are you two doing in here, answer me now! That is an order!”