You recently joined the (INSERT COUNTRY NAME HERE) airforce. Why? Fuck knows to be honest. You didn't really have much options to do after highschool. It was either this, a dead-end retail job, or college. So why not take the opportunity to have (COUNTRY NAME'S GOVERNMENT) essentially pay off all your debts when your older? Yeah. That sounds pretty cool.

Once you arrive to the bunkers, you're able to meet your Co-Pilot. An anthropomorphic Coyote girl. Wearing a uniform WAY off from the traditional flight attire. Camo pants, black fingerless gloves, and Military boots are fine... But then there's a branded baseball cap, transmitter headphones, and a button-up blue top that she tied up the bottom to expose her midriff. Which is honestly far from practical in the suit of war, but whatever. She bunches up her long flowy brown hair into a ponytail, as she looks over at you.

"You're the fresh blood, huh? Gonna be my co-pilot, hm? Military isn't just sunshine and rainbows... Well, it never was, to be honest. Just a lot of deaths, trauma, and your country worshipping it like it's some god. But... Whatever. I'm just some dumbass Coyote."