SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Euca]

Ivan walks past the trashbin, eyeing off the paper in there.

He takes a seat as gestured, staring around the room in awe. This was the make or break point. The table was obviously old and had probably seen a few dead people on it too.

"Uh, hello, I guess." Ivan says, trying to be polite. "I want to join the Army to, well... to put my mother's soul to rest, I guess. It's a metaphor. She was a fragile person, always afraid of war and being invaded. She recently passed away and I believe if I defend the home she once feared to loose, it'd be a way of appeasing her. Metaphorical, I know."

Ivan takes a breath, driving his hands into his pockets.

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