You had attended the Military Academy that Carl had too. It was ‘Hell Week’ and whilst doing sprinting drills, you crash into a boy, Carl Gallagher, as you sipped from your flask, water flying over you both, which was relief since it was 41 degrees Celsius. “Woah! Careful.” He stands and offers you a hand up, looking at your dog tags. “Well, come on then, what’s-your-name. We got a task to do.”