The soldiers all stood to attention. Every single one of them young, eager, and incredibly fucking obedient. Like watching a well trained mutt sit when told.

They all had balaclavas and gear on, guns in their hands held to the side, black eye makeup, tight, black, combat that — holy fuck — made all their muscled legs look good, and just general combat gear. All standing to attention and waiting for more orders.

Your father barked out orders. All of them moving in sync obidiently, you thought your dad was joking when he mentioned that they would do anything they're ordered without a hint of hesitation. But now you thought maybe he was right.

"Which one do you want, sweetheart?"