[h2][center][color=007236]Gabriel Moreau - Training Camp[/color][/center][/h2]
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Gabriel felt a bit worried for the others as the Instructor slammed them around.  Even if it was to put them in line, he couldn't help but feel sorry for them.  In a way, it almost felt like they were hitting fam- no.  He wouldn't think of that word.  Not now, anyways.  Keeping his stance still, he waited patiently for the Instructor to come to him.  He took a deep breath, before he saw the man approach him from the corner of his eye.  [i]Here we go[/i], he thought to himself.  At first, the Instructor seemed to be measuring his strengths and weaknesses, from what he could gather.  As expected, the man began to yell at Gabriel.  It was somewhat new to hear someone talk so negatively about his stature.  In a way, it was almost kind of funny; it was a good thing he could mask his emotions so easily.

Gabriel was brought back to the past for a few seconds, the words of the Instructor seeming to fade away into non-existence.  Yet, he could hear it all loud and clear.  He was brought back to his past, standing in front of his father.  The man had always been a little rough with Gabriel, but their love for one another was clear.  His father yelled at Gabriel, making sure his form was correct, his speech clear, and his appearance as clean as possible.  From what Gabriel could recall, he was being groomed for the military ever since he was born.  He could recall the man that he looked up to so clearly; tall, strong, and clean-cut.  All of those memories swept away as he remembered hearing the news of his fathers death...unfortunately, he was never told under what circumstances other than being killed in action.  It was devastating news for him to hear...and it was what led him down a criminal path.  Luckily enough, he was able to get out of that life.

"[color=f7941d]Maybe you need a new goddamn perspective huh Cadet?![/color]"  His thoughts were broken when a a strong kick went to the back of his knee.  He let out a grunt, gritting his teeth as he fell on one knee.  He kept his salute strong and forced himself through the pain.  "[color=007236]My name is Gabriel Moreau, son of Noah and Cassandra Moreau, sir![/color]"  He stood up as quickly as he could after speaking his name, his voice clear and sharp.  He had to stomach through this pain, without back-talk...he knew why he had to; for his little brother.  He was all that mattered.