Hi there! Well you have just moved into a new neighborhood and have just enrolled into "Overwatch High school"! You meet your friends, your foe, and your lover! Overwatch High School is your regular school...except they train up the students to beco...
A/N: I didn't mean to post the last part. I'm still getting used to the app. Fml. Anyways, Welcome to chapter 29 comrades.
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(German dress uniform. Fucking sexy...)
I get into my dress uniform and emerge from the dressing room to a Angela sitting on a bench in her valkryie suit. "There's my brave soldat..." She says as she wraps her arms around me and gives a small peck on the cheek.
She showed me the Vet. Dorms. If you wanted, with permission, you could sleep in these dorms. it wasn't too shaby. A queen bed, a table, a TV, and a bit more. I really liked it.
Next she showed me the vet. mess halls. Much better food compared to the enlisted mess halls. (Since this is pretty much a school that gets your ass ready for the military, I'm just going to call it a mess hall. o O f)
"Well. You can figure out the rest. We need to get ready for another game. You'll be training with the 327th infantry. Good luck!" She gives me a kiss and walks off.
I walk over to my platoon headquarters, moving into the HQ and greeted by two officers. "G'day, sir." One says. He directs me to the podium with a microphone. The soldiers see me but keep talking.
I look over to the officers and Warrant Officer Achilles whispers to me "This is the most...troublesome and undisciplined platoon in the whole school."
I look to him, laugh and say through the microphone in a low, deep but yet loud voice "Listen to me boys and girls. You will follow my orders. You will preform everything with perfect execution. You will not speak out of order. You will become the greatest soldier there is. Is this understood?"
The soldiers look to me in utter silence. I smile at this. "Well, I believe we will be off to a PT, aye?"
This is followed by a loud "Aye, sir!" As they line up behind the two officers. They let off a loud "Forward...Kick...March!" Which was followed by the sound of clapping shoes against the floor. Alot of them slouched and didn't March very well though.
I walk out after them. I start thinking. I don't have any experience in training my men. I remember the Talon training though. Not the Overwatch. It'll have to do. They were still all in a line. "Left, face!" And with that they turn to the left sloppily with the acception of the few that turned right. "Fuck. You don't know left from right? Alrighty..."
A officer gives me a list of things we needed to do. I look through the list. "Alright since we do have a game tomorrow, I want to work on marching. That does sound strange but that doesn't matter. I want 3 collum lines." And with that one command there were 3 lines of 16. I chose 3 men to hold the colours. One of the flag of Germany, Overwatch flag, and the 327th Infantry Platoon flag with was just a yellow flag with the words "327th" in red, inside a white eagle.
We marched until their legs gave out. Literally. It was 1900 (7:00 PM for you plebs) by the time we were done. They were eager to go home. I let them off and they went home. It was an interesting day.
A/N: I want to apologize for the long period of absence. I will try to start getting more into the story. I love y'all. By the by, we have 1.5k? Like. Holy fuck. What do you guys want? Have any questions? Want to know me better? I don't know. Might do the second one. Comment what y'all want. Or don't. Either is fine with me. I love you nibbas. G'day, g'night. Have a great whatever, you sexy beasts.
