you, a small boy with short straight blonde hair. Somehow made it into the military..

11AM, in the training room

you were training with a boy named Andre, he was so much bigger and taller than you.. so thankfully there is mattress flooring when he tackled you.. slipping between your legs and lightly grabbing your neck, he's good, despite looking with he can't see with his slightly long curly hair. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist

"Pfft.. you're okay buddy.."

he chuckles