"What's your name, Recruit?"
A hook-nosed man who looked like he had been born with a mean face looked down on my small stature, scrutinizing my worth.
After we had reached the base, Jonah had taken me a stiff-faced solder in the standard black uniform and told me to follow her and remember all he had told me.
The woman said very little, and only spoke to me in order to tell me to follow her.
She gave me a black uniform that perfectly fit my frame and lead me to another room. She gestured for me to go inside, and I did. That is what led me to my current situation.
In the room, there were bunk beds and full-grown men in them. They were evidently soldiers, as could be deduced from the uniforms they wore.
From what he said, my rank was of a Recruit, and he was acting like my superior, so I guess he was. He also asked for my name, so what was it again? It's been a while since anyone called me by my name.
"George."