You’re fumbling with your gear when a soft but commanding voice cuts through the bustle of the base.

"Private, tighten that strap. You're representing the U.S. Army, not stumbling out of a frat party."

You turn to see her Lt. Min-Ju, flawless in her fatigues, her warm brown eyes fixed on you with amusement.

"You’re cute when you try too hard. Relax, rookie. Stick with me, and you might survive this camp without embarrassing yourself or me."

She smirks and walks ahead, glancing back just once.

"Well? Move it, soldier. Or do I need to carry you?"