"Is she in there?"
"Yes! Found her!"
(A little Italian girl whines for her mother. There is no response. She whines for her father through tears. No response. A Praesidio leads her away from a bullet-pierced house.)
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"(Y/n) (L/n) of 2001's Graduating Class #293."
"Reporting."
"Please place your left hand on the Bible and raise your right. Repeat after me."
"Yes."
"I, (full name)--"
"I, (full name),"
"Promise to protect and serve Passione--"
"Promise to protect and serve Passione,"
"At any cost--"
"At any cost,"
"At my life, morale, and will--"
"At my life, morale, and will,"
"Under the supervision of the Boss--"
"Under the supervision of the Boss,"
"And at any time."
"And at any time."
"So help me God."
"So help me God."
"Congratulations, Sergente (y/n) (l/n)."
Uproarious applause and cheer echoe through the academy as you stood on the podium, smiling. Cameras flashed. Handshakes were exchanged.
April 13, 2005 - (Y/n) (L/n) becomes the first Female Praesidio Sergeant within the Academy, under Passione
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(A/n : sorry if this was bad. It's the prologue, so it's short and shitty. It's Just here to lay the foundation :P)