[center][h1]Private Zeal Ashart[/h1]
[hr][/center]
His depressing flopping and general inactivity, however, was soon interrupted by the appearance of an older soldier, a red-headed musclehead who apparently was using his position as Squad Leader or whatever to pick up girls as well. Letting out another bleating sigh, Zeal got off his ass and allowed himself a moment to admire the two freshly recruited members of his new squad.

Well, actually, no, there wasn’t much to admire at all. One of them was a Darcsen that was way taller than himself, while the other one, despite having a rather fine derriere, looked like a psychopath with her albino nature. Not exactly people that Zeal felt like he could get comfortable with, but hopefully the rest of Squad 4 was better than that? Putting his hopes in his heart, the ashen-haired male when back to his quarters and picked up his stuff. It had already been packed the day before in anticipation of this, and, without any further delay, he strapped on his backpack, made sure his gear was in place, prayed that he wouldn’t get blasted to bits by a tank on his first day, and marched out.

There was a small gathering of recruits by the APC, and after the red-headed recruiter hopped in, Zeal was quick to join him, finding himself a seat by the wall. There was a stony silence within the metal cage, but, well…whatever. The others were probably feeling nervous as well, with the whole war business still not having concluded.

Before he knew it, Zeal was chewing on his leather gloves, contemplating the meaning of life.