I'd passed SAS selection with flying colours. And i was quite chuffed with myself. I now had a black mullet. And a stubble. I was 5'11 and 146 pounds. Grizzly looked similar as he did at 31, but now he was 39. He was built largely, like a bear. That was why his callsign was 'Grizzly'. He had short brown hair and brown eyes, along with a full, bushy brown beard and a moustache that engulfed his top lip. He was 6'2 and 250 pounds.
Gunner looked...different. He had a black buzzcut. Along with a clean shave, he had a large scar that showed the inside of his mouth, and a piece of his cheek missing, he never showed his face anymore. Too identifiable, so he wore a black, half ski mask and black hood. He was 6'7 and nearing 230 pounds. A large man indeed. He got his callsign from his skill in battle. I looked up to him. A lot.
And then we had Sergeant Alexander 'Jaguar' Abara, he was 5'7, 183 pounds and British. He had a Romanian shaped nose, it was large but beautiful in its own sense. He had deep blue eyes, and was British-Jamaican he was well mannered and extremely intelligent. He got his callsign from his speed, like how Jaguars are quick.
I remember i sauntered over to Gunner with a chuffed smile. "Guess who passed!" I smiled. But he looked down blankly
"...Gunner? Callum speak to me."
I sighed. He gave me a slight glare, then spoke.
"SAS isn't like the british army. Crimson. It's hard. It sucks. It hurts. But at the end of the day WE do what we need to, to keep everyone in this country, and ourselves safe. That's the deal. Now you can go train, or you can go get battered for all i care..."
The scot spat with a venom i'd never heard in his voice. It was jarring. I mean this man was my best friend...why was he being so cold?...Gunner seemed to catch on and sighed. Wrapping an arm around my waist, his touch tender like always.
"...Look...I'm no meanin' tae be cruel...I just dinnae 'hink SAS is wot ye think, Crimson. I mean i love ye kid, really. Yer intelligent and definitely capable of SAS but...Yer scrawnier than before, wanna talk aboot it?.."
I looked up and sighed. A tad flustered
"...Nah...Just a bit forgetful during drills, Lieutenant..."
I admitted. Gunner nodded. Patting my shoulder.
"Try tae remember more, hm?"
"Yes Sir."
"You're in the barrack above Jaguar's, try no tae get in trouble. And take it easy."
He smiled gently, i nodded.
As i trekked towards my barrack i couldn't help but wonder what Gunner meant, i mean it couldn't be that much worse than the british army, could it? Probably. Gunner was a STRONG man. And if he thought it was hard it had to've been...
