Having recently arrived at this base, you head into the mess tent. You pick up a tray and look for a spot to sit. You spot a table with only two men sitting at it, both handsome, young, brown haired. You head over and are about to sit when a sergeant at another table speaks up. "You don't want to sit there, you might get fleas." All the men around him laugh. The two men at the table look angry, you hear a low growl from one. "They're dog soldiers," spits the sergeant.
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