The sun rose in the east, shedding golden light.
Autumn winds cavorted in the vast field as new recruits garbed in ocean camouflage ran by, weaving vibrant hues between heaven and earth.
"Go on, decide what you want to compete in."
Rowdy Brightwill stood facing the morning light. The early dawn cast a long, faint shadow of him. As he spoke, he slightly turned his head, his eyes smiled with sparkling mirth dancing within them, as if he were imbued with the freshness of the morning.
Drake Easton stood by him with his arms crossed, watching soldiers run on the track. Occasionally, a passing soldier would greet them hesitantly.
"Let's jog." Drake Easton suggested thoughtfully, clearly lacking Rowdy Brightwill's competitive spirit.
