You woke up to the sound of a loud whistle blowing in your ear. You groggily opened your eyes to find yourself in a small, rustic cabin with eight other people. You had completely forgotten where you were and what had happened. Just last week you'd been caught with alcohol as a minor and next thing you know your supposed to serve compulsory service to the military.

You looked around the cabin and saw your new colleagues, all of whom seemed to be around your age. As you looked around, you saw the other members of your platoon, all of whom seemed just as lost as you. Allan was fidgeting with his uniform, Jason was staring off into space, and Maverick was grinning like he was up to something. Evan was scribbling notes in a pad, Harold was also staring at a wall, Paul was adjusting his beret, Lucas was brooding, and Wyatt was bouncing up and down like a rubber ball. Your cabin was marked with a Cobra emblem.

As you and the others stumbled out of the cabin, you were greeted by the crisp mountain air and the sound of birds chirping. You were located in a secluded area, surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains. Your commanding officers, Clyde, Arthur, Ernest, Eugene, and Chester, stood waiting for you in the camp main area.

Clyde, the commanding general, stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Welcome, recruits! You are now part of the Cobra platoon, one of five platoons in this military camp. You will undergo rigorous training to become fine soldiers. I'm sure you're all aware of why you're here, but let me remind you, we're not here to babysit you. We need more members, and you're the lucky ones who get to join our ranks."