How the K-Unit got their codenames.
The sergeant sighed as he sat at his desk.
It was like this every year; every year there was a new selection, a new lineup. A new midst of people to deal with.
Luckily, not many people dropped out of SAS training; at least not those who were replaceable.
The sergeant was grateful he wasn't instructing in the Indonesian form of SAS. He exhaled forcefully as the next man came in.
"Neil Huntington, Sarge!" the man said. Already the sergeant could tell that there was something not quite right with the man. The man hastily saluted and offered him an award-winning smile.
"It's 'sergeant' to you unless you want to leave SAS missing an arm," the sergeant responded, glancing at Neil Huntington's profile. Most people preferred to read the profiles before their men got there. The sergeant (code named Python himself) preferred to do it on the spot.
He quickly skimmed it.
Extremely active. Likes to keep fit. Never a dull moment. Warning: Hide your matches, alcohol, and caffeine. Is oddly obsessed with birds.
"Your code name is Eagle," the sergeant said. "You'll be staying with K-Unit. Follow your way to your hut."
"Yes, sir – sergeant!" the man quickly saluted and was off on his way.
The sergeant mildly wondered how long he would last before turning to the next man.
"Jason Diaz," he said, taking off his sunglasses. He pointed to the already-fleeing-man. "You're not going to put me in a unit with him, are you?" he asked.
"'Fraid so, unit selection is pre-drawn, solider." It wasn't, but the man didn't have to know that. "Welcome to the K-Unit."
The man attempted to smile but growled. An easy nickname, the sergeant didn't have to even look at his profile for that one.
"Wolf," he said. The man smirked a little at that. "You'll be the leader of the K-Unit." All member leaders were pre-selected, that much was true.
The man blanched a little at that. "You mean I have to put up with him?"
The sergeant shrugged. "You'll put up with worse in war."
"Yeah, well, I'll take war."
It was about two minutes later when the next man arrived.
"David Holiday." The man made a face. "Don't laugh at my last name. The only reason why I haven't changed it is because I want my parents to be notified if I've been shot."
"I'll keep that in mind," the sergeant said dryly as he briefly skimmed the man's profile. "You're a medic then."
"Yes, Sergeant."
"Well, lucky for you, K-Unit needs a medic. Your code name will be Snake."
"Snake, huh?" the man asked, raising his eyebrow just a bit.
"Hopefully you won't have to cure anyone from a snake's venom, but you'll never know. Dismissed."
With that, the sergeant raised his eyes towards the last member. "Technically, you're supposed to wait until the meeting is over."
The man smiled a little bit. "But that's not nearly so exciting."
Nice. He remained calm, he got away unseen. He would be put in the K-Unit; they needed someone who remained calm, it looked like.
At least if Eagle didn't want to be slaughtered.
"You'll be with K-Unit. Your name will be Fox."
"You don't need my name then?"
"Already know it."
The sergeant stood as he assigned the last of his men.
Why did he have the feeling that this was going to be the most entertaining unit?