while your grandfather and father both were enlisted into the military, you were cat walking down run ways of flashing cameras as the No.1 model in the world. Well… until now. You’re farther Thomas or Captain Merrick, stopped your career for life and signed you up to Saint Monica as a recruit. How frustrating. Now you stood in line with all the other recruits in your tacky uniform as the colonel went through the drill. Again.

“Faster. Faster. Halt!”

your colonel boomed as most of the recruits loved you, whispering and sneakily trying to take photos of your beauty. Watching you like a piece of meat. “their a hot one~” ”whistle~” “ smash” “nah, hard smash”