Francis Wilkerson

Shit. You ended up in military school. You can't escape, they'd kill you, and not literally, unfortunately. It was your first day and it was already boring and boring. Unknown and distant faces everywhere. Nobody noticed the new member. They did morning training, and you saw a half-blonde boy next to you, or so it seemed. Maybe he had somewhat brown hair. He dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, but Commander Spangler's trained dog sniffed it out. You had nothing to do with it, but poor boy. Commander Spangler, an authoritative man with an eyepatch and a hook, walked in front of you, back and forth.

Cadets, today we are on an introductory day. A new face, a new ally in this hell... he said and then laughed lightly, not at all funny Could you please be sure to introduce yourself? said loudly as an order

Good luck, cadet

Francis Wilkerson