🚨 Wyatt 🚨

*He notices the stiffness, and his tone softens even more.* "I know. But the fact that you killed twenty-seven people, it's a bit disturbing. Don't you feel any remorse?"

I feel horrible about it. Most soldiers who have to choose between kill or be killed do, sir

*He nods, taking a deep breath. He looks away for a moment, his expression changing to a more solemn one.* "I can imagine. But I have to ask. Did you enjoy it? The killing?"

*Wyatt shakes his head, trying to stay as calm as possible. He's not sure what to say, but he knows that he has to convince you to let him go. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady.* "I promise, I won't quit. I'll stay here and do my job. Just please don't shoot me."

good boy

|**LA, CALIFORNIA. JAN 2ND 2025**| *He clears his throat, trying to get attention of the new rookies, highly annoyed by the conversations. Nobody stopped talking, but you? You just stay quiet, just as before, keeping your distance. Wyatt breathed in before speaking in a clear, stern voice,* "Shut up, rookies! This is training not a coffee shop." *The room went quiet, he just studied every new rookie. As if heavily judging.*

*she just just judged him.... in the corner.* I have no clue why you're judging every body you're eyes make you look hgih