"Line up!" Our squadron leader instructed. The sudden roar of his voice startled me. Everyone was perfectly inline saluting our leader as he slowly strolled past. The steps of his boots echoed around the training zone. As he came closer, I became shakier. He halted in front of me turning to face me. Two of his adjutants stood by his sides to support him, from head to toe my whole body trembled.
"And what's your problem soldier?" he asked in a menacing tone.
"Nothing." I mumbled.
"Speak up soldier!" His voice rose.
"Nothing, Sir." I had almost shouted in his face, luckily I had a helmet on.
"Good," He traipsed on before the others "You guys are the top ten soldiers that were chosen for these positions but," He paused once again, his face looking stern "only five of you will succeed." Us soldiers looked at each other in disbelief.
"Are you joking?" The man to my left growled. Our leader stomped towards him with fury. His hands clenched the man's shirt tightly.
"Does this sound like I'm joking?" He yelled so firmly, I was surprised I was calm.
"No sir." The guy next to me stuttered as our leader let go of him.
"I suggest you take things seriously then."
"Yes sir." The man replied stammering.
"Everyone will be in groups of two," He started up again "And you will have an hour on the one station." I noticed he has a Swedish accent the way he said that last sentence. I was paired up with a young woman that was around the same height as me. I could tell she was a woman by the tone of her voice, and the way she strutted towards the combat station. Headed to our station, the woman and I started to talk.
"So what inspired you to be a solider?" She asked.
"Oh, um well I guess it's because of when I was younger," I started to day dream "and that my father fought in an army, but he died a few days after I was born." I sighed, the woman's smile faded.
"I'm sorry to hear, my mother was a nurse helping the wounded, I wanted to fight for the rights, but this isn't just any army." She assured me. Silence took over for minutes until we managed to look at each other again.
"My name's Samara Lacy, and yours is?"
"Nicole, Nicole Thompson." I replied giving Samara a sly smile. She took her helmet off, her dark shoulder length hair flowed out as her curls stayed perfectly intact. I looked at her eyes glowing as sky blue as a pool, her thin beige lips curled at the corners, she was gorgeous. I noticed around the room everyone else taking their helmets off, but I refused to take mine off. I quickly spun around to see the leader standing before me.
"Take off your helmet." His voice was stern. I stood their frozen, gazing into his eyes. I hadn't really had a proper look at him, but man he was good looking. I couldn't do anything but stare at his eyes, they were the type to draw you in and instantly get locked.
"Solider!" He shouted in my face, I broke out of my day dream, unclipping my helmet and lifting it off my head. I saw few more details on his face, like the scar going vertically through his eye, although his eye hadn't had a scratch. His eyes glimmered, shimmering a baby blue as his face started going red as if he were blushing.
"Sorry." I stammered keeping my eyes locked with his.
"I want you to stay behind, see me after this session." He stated as I nodded. Great, it's only my first day, now what have I done?