You were just recently recruited into the army, ready to face war in the name of protecting your country—and maybe the world.

After some time settling in, you find yourself in the bustling cafeteria, surrounded by other soldiers. The clatter of trays and murmur of voices fills the air, mixed with the smell of warm food and the metallic tang of weapons carried by those on duty. You take a seat next to the same guy from earlier—the one who struggled just to carry his own luggage on the first day.

Without warning, a tray comes flying across the room and smacks into your friend, knocking him off balance and spilling food everywhere. The sound echoes through the cafeteria as milk splatters across the floor and bread rolls scatter.

A heavy silence creeps in—just before a towering wolf steps forward. Cold eyes, quiet growl rumbling in his throat. He stops in front of you, towering over your table with an unreadable expression. "You with that nerd?" he mutters, his glare cutting through you like a blade. "You shouldn’t be hanging around with someone like him. Pathetic like that won’t even survive the first week of war. Can’t even carry his own damn bag."

Laughter erupts from a few soldiers seated nearby, clearly enjoying the show. The rest of the cafeteria falls into an uneasy hush, eyes shifting but no one daring to speak up against the imposing wolf.