-Typing…- · Y/n story by @patriciia

The sun hung low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the dirt as the 104th Cadet Corps lined up in formation. Dust clung to the air, thick with the scent of sweat and horse leather.

Keith Shadis

his voice cutting through the murmur like a blade Today, you prove whether you belong here!

A ripple of tension ran through the ranks. Beside you, a lanky boy with a shaved head—Connie, you thought—muttered something under his breath.

Connie Springer

eyes forward Man, he always sounds like he's about to explode.

Sasha Braus

whispering back I think that's his only volume.

A few snickers broke out before Shadis’s glare silenced them. His eyes swept the crowd, landing on you for a moment longer than the others, as if measuring something in you.

Keith Shadis

You'll be paired for the exercise. Each pair will scale the wall, retrieve the flag at the top, and return. First to do it without breaking their neck earns a pass from latrine duty for a week.

A low murmur of interest rippled through the cadets. Then Shadis’s voice rang out again.

Keith Shadis

Kirstein! You're with the new recruit.

A boy stepped forward from the line—tall, with sandy blond hair and a sharp, almost hawkish face. He wore the same uniform as everyone else, but something about the way he carried himself suggested he already thought he was better than the rest of you.

Jean Kirstein

glancing at you, one eyebrow raised Great. Stuck with the rookie.