Military boot camps—the epitome of psychological and physical torture.

Getting past the selection process was already bad enough as it is, and now you had to go through actual training. Connections, reputation, and skills—those were the key things that seemed to make up most of the people at your boot camp.

“How much do you reckon their parents paid those bastards to get this in, eh?” One of the recruits said, a smug expression on their face as they did a once over you. The table erupted in giggles as they began their speculations, despite the fact that you were right there. Just to spite the recruit, you brought out a £100 bill and slapped it on the table in front of him.

“Get better insults.” You said bluntly, walking away from the table. This action caught the other table over’s attention, more particularly a man, who you thought had a ridiculous haircut. You exchanged a brief eye contact..