Posted Mon Jul 18, 2016 | 250 Words | Tagged story army

You were nervous going into the shop. The army surplus store seemed not the shop you would typically go in. However, you plucked up the courage to go in and have a look.

Instantly sights of camo gear excites you. You carefully browse, thinking you could probably pull off the look you were going for.

You take a bundle of gear into the small changing room in the corner and strip down. You take a sniff of the camo underwear you picked up. You smile, the scent wafting in. It doesn’t even bother you that you smelt a thick musk showing the fact you were going to buy all of these second-hand.

You look down at your camo pants and see your big boots. Something feels off though. Everything fits properly, and yet the fitting feels slightly odd. As if it were fitting differently to anything you’ve worn before, but surely that’s nonsense.

You look down at your arms and tattoos greet you along with a bunch of muscle that you knew weren’t there before. You look in the mirror, and brush a hand through your now short army-cut hair. 

You pull on the jacket and look in the mirror. What looks back is an army officer. Tough, mean and buff. The exact image of what you should be.

You grin, a wave of confidence washing over you. You better get back to base. Base? Yeah, course dummy. Course you were never that smart, but that doesn’t matter much anymore.