"I want to help," I said, a soft sincerity in my voice. "This war can go on forever and ever unless Reliable Excavation gains something the Builder's League doesn't have."
The Admin just puffed on her cigarette, staring at the screens in front of her, deep in thought.
"You have proven to me," she whispered, "that you are strong, despite your size. But I garuntee you, this isn't for the lighthearted, especially with your... body."
I nodded, having already taken that into account. "I already know," I muttered low. "No one on your team has a body like mine."
"My main concern," The Admin continued, spinning around in her chair to face me, "is what they're going to think, not what your disability might be. You've already proven your body does not get in the way of your combat skills or intelligence, but your teammates will be fierce."
"I can hide it easily. They would never have to know."
There was another long silence, as the Admin looked me up and down.
"... Very well, sir," she said with a delighted smile playing at her pursed lips. "Your class name will be the Nuker."
"... Nuker?"
"You've been trained enough to test our new weapons for us, you see. You will be given a switchblade, a shotgun, and of course, one of Mann Co.'s new weapons sent by Bethesda."
"What is this new weapon?"
She smiled a tad sadistically, and turned her attention back to the screens. "As you said, we need something that Builder's League doesn't have. This gun is called the Fat Man. It shoots compacted nuclear weapons. Mini nukes, I should say."
I stood there, stunned, having only heard of the concept during my training, never expecting it to actually happen in my lifetime. "But wouldn't that be-"
"Dangerous?" She cut me off, taking another puff of her cig calmly. "That's why you only carry one bomb for each mission. It's for use only in emergencies, and only in the enemy base. I'm sure you can guess, we don't need any fallout or heat in our base, but the enemy, on the other hand..."
I nod, suddenly reassured by this tactic. "We'll win the war, then."
"Precisely. But unless you need to use your Fat Man, Mann Co. is going to request that you stick to only your switchblade, shotgun, and even your fists. As for maintaining your... bodily issue a secret, we will allow you a separate bathroom and shower, as an extension to your dorming quarters. I'm being overly nice here, kid, because I like you. But in return I ask that you do not fail me. I don't want to hear any rumor of you leaving, you hear me?"
"I swear," I reply, giving a small salute. "And if the others find out?"
"There will be no penalty if they find out as it is you who is choosing to keep it hidden and not me, but even so, I still don't want you quitting on me."
"Right."
"Now, let's get you drafted, and I can send you off to the base by train."