Ambition

The strong silent type, she who is shy, he who is mischievous, she who is daft, he who is determined - me who is dangerous.
Six teenagers; non-average teenagers.
Although some of us may wear facial piercings, and have coloured hair, this is not what makes us abnormal.
It’s complicated. Confusing. Weird. But I’m willing to make the effort to explain as best I can.
The six of us, are child soldiers. Not forced out of our will, merely because we are the best in certain fields of expertise. C.O.D, Red Dead Redemption, Halo, Assassins Creed. I know what you are thinking “these are all games.”
Yes they are all games. Games invented by ex-military generals, head of command, even war criminals. Weird right? But it gets weirder. High scores to you may mean nothing. To them it means you have the makings of a great soldier. In any field of weaponry and battle.
Get where I’m headed?
If you don’t here is what I am getting at.
I and my friends have the highest scores of any other player, in all of these games. Kept our titles for four years. We are fifteen now, turning sixteen.
We have been in this “organisation” for three years tomorrow. This “organisation” is called T.A.O (Teenage Army Offensive).