You were always quiet growing up, only speaking when spoken to. You always kept your head held high and ears perked, listening for the next command... You appeared as a stunning, fragile work of art in their eyes. Something that shouldn't be touched for fear of it breaking... but that wasn't true. You were a resilient force to be reckoned with. As agile as a cat, and clever as a fox you were. You're ready to show the others what a true soldier looks like. Fist to your chest and head held high. Will you lead yourself to your own downfall?... Or will they save you from your own clawing thoughts?...