But—
This is exactly their Eastlandian soldier.
Flossie Wright had been to the recruit camp, been to the cooking class, served as a Frogman, and joined the special forces. All her experiences were so real, and now as she stood here, in a place filled with war and crisis, looking at this group of positive and sunny soldiers, she didn't feel any sense of strangeness.
More familiar than at Anonymous.
She watched for a good while, until the morning exercise was about to end, before Flossie Wright snapped back to reality, turned around, intending to go out to get some breakfast.
But before taking two steps, she heard the door creak open. Following that, Perry Reed, dressed in a long coat, swaggered in.
"Morning."
Flossie Wright raised her eyebrow at him.
After giving him a sidelong glance, Perry Reed raised his hand and tossed the bag filled with breakfast over to her.
Flossie Wright caught it with her hand.
"Thanks."
