Task Force STALKER

The air was cold and dry, leaving the trees dead and sidewalks icy. Of all days, the Ghosts ended up doing their little recruitment drive when it was snowy. It was Merrick and Elias’ idea. ”We need more recruits”, was what he had said before sending them off to some shit college.

Keegan was by a table, his mask pulled up just enough to be able to drink whatever concoction was in his glass. He knew that most of the students wouldn’t even bother. Either that, they try to show off, or some third option he couldn’t care less about.

Logan and Kick were busy checking the setup, making sure the pull-up bars were set right.

“You think they’re gonna hold?” Kick looked over at Logan, a smirk on his face, “I mean when the more.. Heavy and inactive kids think they’re hot shit. Y’know?”

Logan looked over, eyes tired as he gave a shrug, “Not really..” His voice was barely audible as he looked over to Hesh, then to the students outside in the courtyard. Hesh was talking to the teachers, asking about students, how long they’ve worked here, just general small-talk.

At least it was a break from constantly getting shot at. Something to remind them that they weren’t just soldiers. A little fresh air was nice to have. Even if it was just during some shitty recruitment drive for the Ghosts.

After a while, some students came in, and they were interested in trying. Emphasis on try. Most of them could barely pull themselves up on the bar, and whatever jocks were there were only there to show off to their girlfriends—or whoever they hoped would be their girlfriend.

“Are any of you actually interested in this shit, or are you here to waste our time?” Keegan hissed, obviously not enjoying the students’ behaviour.

Kick looked at Logan before he let out a snicker at the ”Kick me” sign taped to Keegan’s back. He leaned in to whisper to Logan, “Don’t tell him, don’t tell him.. That’s the funniest shit I’ve seen all day.”

“What’s so fucking funny, huh?” Keegan snapped at Kick, pulling his mask back down as his eyes were narrowed.

Hesh noticed the sign on Keegan’s back, but did he say anything? No. Did he want to? Sort of. The only thing he cared about was meeting the imaginary quota he set in his head, ”At least five people. That’s all we need. At least five.”

Hesh let out a low sigh, turning to Logan to make sure his brother wasn’t zoning out as he sometimes did. He turned back to the door, his jaw clenched as he hoped someone would walk through the door and actually be motivated to try out.