SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Wolfs Ghost]

He had been leaning on the wall for quite sometime, hearing the cockiness in the recruiters voice and the fear in the recruits voice. That fear made him smile a bit. He glanced over to see one of the recruiters, Alvarez, holding a gun to some lads head. Another person had spoke up, "I'd start running comrades, he doesn't joke around!"

That made him smile even more, and he even whispered to himself, "Neither do I." Following those words, he pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the man with the pistol pointed at his forehead, which suddenly wasn't pointed at the mans forehead anymore but being fired off at the other two, chaps, in the room. "Just opened the spot for another recruit, always a good deed, I'm sure your family will know of your sacrifice." He patted the man on his shoulder before taking a step back, letting his cold gaze land on the recruiter. "I take it I'll be next after this one, seeing as you just made the line shorter. Sir."

His accent was unmistakably Bretonian. No doubt a civilian from the working class on Leeds. Who had fled from the war to seek...well he never really thought about what he was after. It certainly wasn't vengeance, and that wasn't something he wanted.

But enough small talk. He held his position behind the man that was about to be laid to waste. He knew what the Coalition was capable of, as far as the news made them out to be, and being a former member of the working class, freedom from Capitalist pigs seemed to be in his favor at the moment. Although, the future may or may not hold a place for him here. Only time could tell.

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