Philip has just returned to base after his fight between him and the Tiger General. After their leader was killed, it was time for him to head back to HQ. He was still mourning the loss of his comrades; Sneaky and Mouse Ka-Boom. Knowing it was his fault, he felt a tremendous amount of guilt. Though one thing didn't quite add up. How exactly did the Tiger General die? Last thing he remembered was the horrified and frightened feeling he had while hiding in his dead comrade's body as the tiger army neared his position. Then he blacked out. He woke up to find his hands had been chopped off, leaving just the sharp pointed bone. Luckily he managed to recover his old hands and bring them back in an ice case to be re-attached. They were sewn back on upon reaching the base's infirmary. The doctor said the skin should reform in a couple days...then again, the doctor didn't look very competent as he had blue hair and kind of mangled teeth. He looked like a goofball. Philip didn't trust his judgement but he had no choice. After leaving the tent, the first thing he saw were the tanks and other soldiers on the stretcher rush past him. The loss of his hands was nothing compared to these injuries. He tried to ignore them when an officer from the base walked up to him.

"Might you be...Philip Mörder?" Philip hesitantly nodded. The officer had a clipboard with him and he seemed to be checking off a few things with the pen he had with him.

"Follow me." Philip nodded once more and followed the officer toward another tent, a larger green one that read in big, blunt, white letters: "H.Q." Philip entered hesitantly to see the General of his own army, he was a light brunette.

Codename: P.O.P. It stood for "Pursuit Of Perfection". He wished to have the ultimate army.

He was a man that stood tall, well built, intimidating, fearsome, strong, fearless,...mostly intimidating. But he was most often known for his own share of favoritism. He had taken a liking to Philip when he got word of what happened in the rainforest that he was previously stationed at. The man had completely overlooked the deaths of his whole section of the platoon that he was in charge of. To show his gratitude, the general bestowed upon him some rather good news.

"I'm relieving you of your duties as a soldier. You've been given these orders to return home at once!" Philip's eyes bulged in shock, but he wasn't about to go arguing with his superiors. He nodded excitedly as he saluted and ran out of the tent. He intended to get back into school and meet up with his old childhood friends again. He had been in the Weaponized. Animal. Regiment. A.K.A.:

The W.A.R. For two years. In this army, the people go by the codenames of different animals as well as the whole army itself. Philip's animal label was a bear, along with Pop. Sneaky was a chameleon due to how well he faded into backgrounds. Mouse-Kaboom didn't even need a codename, it was already obvious.

Though at this point...everything the general said past the words 'go home' has just gone in one ear and out the other for Philip. He spent that night in his old bunk in one of the ratty old tents, that was where he slept during training and before he was transferred to the rain forest.

At a young age, Philip had always been picked on and bullied due to how weak he was, he failed gym for multiple semesters and couldn't lift a weight more than 5 pounds. Not to mention how short he was compared to some of the other kids. Even some of the girls were taller than him…, it was only once he became a teenager that he hit a growth spurt and became 5 feet 7 inches. At age 14, he had decided that to toughen himself up, he'd lie about his age with a very convincing fake license and I.D. That he got from one his...sorta-kinda friends- Liam and Seamus. Or as they liked to call themselves; Lifty and Shifty. The twins helped him get into the army illegally and just at the price of 200 bucks. He payed gladly by dipping into some of his college funds and with that. Philip joined the army and began his tough training immediately at the crack of dawn, the entire troop would go through some heavy duty character building, no matter the weather. This made Philip feel stronger, manlier, prideful, and confident. He was happy with his newfound skills and muscles. But...when it came to the battlefield, he became extremely incompetent, sure he was good with a knife and aiming. Though however, when put under pressure, he broke like glass and fell flat like wet toilet paper. So his sergeant gave him the position of being in charge of his own platoon. With the hopes that giving him some power might encourage him to pull his act together. His first few missions over his first year were to simply gather information and report it to base. Philip's soldiers that he led had certain skills that they both specialized in;

Sneaky had camoflauge.

Mouse Ka-Boom had his explosives.

And Philip strategized.

The three of them were quite successful in their missions after finally being given permission to attack. They all knew how to react when air raids came, when guns started firing, how to create multiple types of traps, surviving in the wild. All the necessary qualities for a soldier to have. But after their mission- Operation: Tiger Bomb…. Philip made the fatal mistakes that almost ruined the entire plan he had come up with. True, the tiger army was destroyed, but at the cost of the lives of his close friends. He did his best to try and move on once he had been given the orders to return home. He couldn't wait to see his friends again, which weren't many, but he was certain that with his new knowledge, muscles, and interesting stories to tell he'd make more friends in no time. Though one thing continued to bug him; HOW exactly did he defeat the tiger army and general? Philip recalled blacking out when he knew he was surrounded with no escape, then waking up in the infirmary. The soldier chose to just sleep on it then when he woke up the next morning, he'd be escorted back home. He couldn't wait….