Nolan

Hao Ren went back to the Gray Fox base and his return did not seem to attract much attention. Only a few people he had previously come across nodded at him as a greeting. The base was still like the day before. Soldiers moved about listlessly, and the place lacked the general disciplined air of a proper military installation.

"Mercenaries are a carefree lot, and you'll never be able to instill the same military discipline in them." Ulyanov pointed at the wandering soldiers. "Of course, there are companies that operate like standard military units, but us Gray Foxes don't bother too much about that. We are few in number, but each of us has been tempered by the fire of combat, and everyone is a skilled killer. The battlefield is the best training ground, and all who have survived so far are elites, albeit... a bunch of very troublesome elites."

As he said this, Ulyanov turned to face Hao Ren. "You have combat experience with the military, you'll fit right in."