Silence fell over the crowd.
"As a Specialist, I have the privilege of forming a squad consisting of four Private First Class soldiers and two Privates. I've already chosen the first four, but I still need two Privates. Interested and qualified cadets may remain here after the orientation ends."
The murmurs grew louder. Then, Zeke smirked.
"Now, I'd like to end this speech here, but I'm sure my brother would chew my ear off if I didn't add something more." He paused. "All of us are here because we made a choice—to fight. To fight for our home. For our families. For ourselves. So let's show these bastards, who have been after our planet, what hell truly looks like."
The hall fell into complete silence.
Everyone—cadets, instructors, even Dean Nico—was stunned.
What in hell's name just happened?
Well, everyone except Cass.
No, Cass was far too busy trying to find a hole he could bury himself in.
Zeke walked over to Cass and stood beside him, a smug look on his face.
