cryptidhunter98

First person, some language Digging my arms into the tan uniform jacket, my face scrunched up in confusion as I looked down at the cuffs that hung past my fingertips. Glancing at the breast pocket I saw the insignia of the Wings of Freedom, the Scouting Legion uniform, turning I gazed over my shoulder to see Mike balancing the collar of my jacket on the tip of a finger, holding it out to me. The unicorn of the Military Police emblazed on the back seemed to look at me accusingly for more than one reason, I broke protocol, disobeyed two direct orders from my commander, used an interrogation room for a non police or military purpose and I was su