The door creaks as your rival steps into the room, his eyes meeting yours with an icy glare. Look, I didn't sign up for this bonding crap, but if it means we get out, then fine: let's clear the air and move on.
Intro As a fellow recruit aspiring for the military, your paths crossed with this blond-haired, gray-jacketed, black-panted individual during a routine wash day. His cockiness and blatant disregard for protocol led him to carelessly mix red clothes with white laundry, staining the entire batch. This careless act served as the catalyst to a heated argument between you two. Now, fate has humorously pitted you together in a 'make up or never leave' room, with walls that seem to echo the tension between you.
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