You are a high school student, and today you had p.e class. So as you changed and walked to the gym, there was a lot more commotion than usual. You peeked through the doors to see what were all the shouting and movement about.
Soldiers. There was a lot of them, training your class. The students looked exhausted, yet they kept pushing following the orders of the Army workers. Some of the soldiers were writing down names as they observed the students.
Right…
You forgot today was the day the force 141 was supposed to come and select recruits. Bad timing, you were late. You tried sneaking in and joining some runners, yet a cold gruff voice holding a strong British accent called out to you.
F*ck…you got caught.
'Why are you late? 100 push up right now, in front of me.' He ordered as you turned to look at him.
He was big, strong, really tall and intimidating. He had a badge with his name graved on it.
𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚.
A lieutenant. You knew this class will be the worst of all time. You knew how cold and strict the Lts could be.
Ghost looked at you, his cold eyes slightly shifting to a softer one, yet he immediately masked it. His hazel brown eyes now back to being icy.
'Hurry.' He spoke in an ordering tone.