Layers of Enemies

Recruits

     "Hello everybody! Welcome to prison...or jail...or camp...what's this place called again?" The short, oriental man, with black hair dyed red began.

     "I think they've started calling us the "YT Brigade"." A guy with a green sweatshirt underneath his uniform coat informed his friend.

     "That's ridiculous. Anywho! Sergeant speaking! My name's Mark Fischbach and I am from Timboxi. Now someone else please go so nobody has a chance to make fun of my home." Mark sat on the end of a bunk bed, facing the table of new recruits and transfers whom had arrived that day.

     "Hey guys! I'm Phil Lester from Delia and I like lions!" The black-fringed boy with what was called a 'British' accent spoke up.

     "What are lions?" Mark's older acquaintance, Minx, asked in her similar accent.

     "I dunno really, but they sound cool. Rawr!" Phil said with a smile, making everyone laugh.

     "Awesome!" Mark told the ball of sunshine. "Next?"

     "Okay uh...How's it goin' bros? My name is Felix Kjellberg from Gothenburg and I am apparently Swedish? Not sure what that means but it has something to do with the second language I speak." A bright-eyed, dirty blonde man chimed in with an unusual accent himself.

     "Oh yeah? Say somethin' then." Cry told him. Another one of Mark's old friends, Cry, insisted on wearing a circular mask over his eyes and nose. Nobody knew how he had lived this long with it on, much less make it Top Ten in his training squad!

     "Well, if I ever see my girlfriend again you'll hear me say jag älskar dig, if you know what I mean." Felix laughed almost sadly.

     "I hear you man!" Minx chuckled. "Are there really only two of you? I thought there were more."

     "Nah, that little turd Ken is here somewhere. I trained with him. He's from a village called Mississippi." Everyone stared at Felix.

     "You've got to be joking." Phil hoped. "That is not a real place!"

     "That's what I said!" Felix shouted.

     "Shutup Felix!" Ken said, entering the large but empty bunk building. The tall, bearded man with a 'Southern-American' accent sat at the table next to Felix and across from Phil. "The others are back talking with sergeants Lilly and Matthias."

     "And who are the "others"?" Mark asked. He knew Lilly and Matthias and the soldiers in their barracks that they lead, so he wasn't all too worried.

     "Uh, I dunno. Wanna say...Matt and Ryan?" Ken assumed.

     Mark's eyes widened. "Oh! That's so cool! Hey Danny! Danny wake up!"

     Silence.

     "He's out cold, Mark. You'll either get punched in the face or he'll sleep forever." Minx told him with a giggle. "There's no avoiding it!"

     "Nah, I got this." Mark cleared his throat, then, in a voice imitating Sergeant Keith's, shouted, "KYRE!"

     One column to the left and a few rows to the back of Mark, a young man in a top bunk bolted...no, fell out of bed, left arm behind his back and right hand in a fist over his heart. "SIR!"

     Everybody laughed, Cry especially!

     Danny dropped his arms to his sides, not even pretending to look confused. "Mark why?" He huffed, walking over after grabbing his glasses. "Who the heck are you guys?" He added, looking up with actual vision.