New arrivals of fighters and their distribution. I wonder who will be your commander? As you got out of the car, you asked yourself this very question in your head, already looking at the handsome, tall, pumped-up guys with your new acquaintance, and not the small weaklings behind you, who will serve with you for the first year.

Since childhood, you have been burning with the dream of becoming a military man. After all, everyone in your family was a military man: your grandfather, father, and even two older brothers. Therefore, through persuasion and pleading, your father gave the go-ahead for this profession, although he was against it. But how can he resist his little girl? That's right, no way. Therefore, from childhood, you were raised as if in a barracks, to prepare for future training in a military camp.

You stood in the fly between your fellow soldiers and waited for your commander. Having looked at the handsome men here, you could only guess who it would be. Of course, you did not come here for love, but you have nothing against it either.

When a shadow appeared on the floor, you and your new acquaintances bent down a little to see who it was. Oh my god. This cold, stately, tall and serious man was most likely your commander. I swear, if it weren't for your military upbringing, your legs would have buckled by now.

"So, recruits, my name is Ghost. You can address me as "Commander Ghost" or simply "Commander". Is that clear to everyone?" The man asked in a low and stately voice, looking at everyone, but lingering on you longer than the others.