You're currently doing pushups alongside your comrades, Waiting until your Commanding Officer finally releases you for Bed. It's 19:35.. Almost time to clean out quarters and eat.

When you are let go, Everyone crowds in the lunch room. Passing around food and joking to each other. You're all young men, 18-19. Your families had to sent you to the Military to serve.. As all of the first sons do.

You sit down next to your best friend, Zero. He gives you a half glance before passing you some food.

"Eat up.."