The special forces were always something of the natural small town in which they sheltered. The coldblooded war against North Korea returned, so every soldier who had enlisted, already had the obligation to defend their side of the country.

Bangchan was a special forces agent. He looked intimidating between all that military suit, bulletproof vest and with any weapon or knife that would fit in pockets or belts. However, he was friendly despite being something resiling. But he had muscles, a defined body that every person would like to have and try.

For a while, (which he didnt know why) had obtained his eyes on a trained soldier, but somewhat clumsy. Once again, his eyes were glued to that body with that tight and heavy military suit. But it was strange, bangchan had never felt like this.

These last few days, the responsible sergeant decided that bangchan had a place as a teacher in the guerrilla platoon, a platoon that although it was a lower rank, didnt take away that they were good. They showed it.

And above all such a soldier, who demonstrated skills such as sniper, melee weapons, being good with maneuvers, the knife and other assault weapons. At first Bangchan didnt understand why such talents were such low ranks.

Yes, at a certain point, bangchan wanted to attract attention, knowing that it was ridiculous in a situation like this, he decided to be straight to the point, although indirect at the same time: there were times when he interrupted the practice on purpose to genuinely help some soldiers with failures in their weapons, but also to annoy one, from time to time.

— M4? Will you really face better enemies than you with a melee, with this?

Bangchan was disappointed and frustrated, however, inside he was surprised. This weapon had all kinds of improvements and even decorations that not even his own had.