Well then I'll wait for that, see how much better that one will be 
(I just now added the revision, fast typing for the win

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Cyrus just came back from the showers, dressed in the fatigues of the boot camp he attended with three other members of his cabin. He sat on top of one bunk, while his bunkmate Phil is usually reading sci-fi comics well after lockdown. His other cabin mates were on a separate bunk, the top and bottom bunk were slept in by Tyrone and Karen respectively. Karen was the only female of the group, and made sure to keep up a wall between them and her. But, a relationship began to develop between Phil and Karen. Not like ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’, more like ‘older sister and younger brother’, she always corrects him, but sticks up for him when Cyrus or Tyrone argue with him. Usually when Cyrus got out of the shower, Karen would throw his clothes right into his face and walk off to drag Phil and Tyrone to lunch while Cyrus changed. However, nobody was in the cabin, and the clothes were stacked on his top bunk, with a note on them.
After he put his clothes on, Cyrus got to a window and read what looked like Phil’s handwriting.
Karen and Tyrone went off towards the mess hall, so I got your clothes and put them up on your bunk since I know you’d forget where they were. Cyrus sighed and crumpled the note up before throwing it into a wastebasket and heading out. He got to the mess-hall, and saw several rows of papers lined up on the bulletin board. Not to mention most of the other recruits were crowding it, seeing where their futures in the military were. Since our country is preparing for a war, as soon as they finished training, fresh recruits got put into an active unit to be sent directly to the front lines. There were more disappointments than cheers when the recruits found their designated spot. Of course, they don’t know who they’re going with since the identification codes are considered taboo to tell. Cyrus was more interested in getting his food first and finding his cabin mates. The food in general was what you would expect from a fast-food restaurant that just replaced all of their meat with tofu-based “meat”. Cyrus got his meal and immediately saw his, he snickered at the thought of ‘friends’. He got to the table and Karen gave him a stare of obvious contempt as he sat down, unable to shake her gaze.
Cyrus had already been with all of his cabin mates long enough to know their personalities. Karen is a stern mother-like figure towards Phil, but a cold-blooded witch towards the other two. Phil usually keeps to himself and only speaks when either spoken to, or when the moment presents itself. Otherwise, he is just a seemingly irresistible target for harassment. Tyrone is just a trouble maker with high marks in the obstacle course. The unspoken pecking order has Karen and Cyrus butting heads, with Tyrone just above Phil. Despite his forgetfulness and general laziness that made him the bane of people like Karen, Cyrus is actually a rather capable soldier. Its probably the only reason he can butt heads with Karen and still live.
“So, did any of you see your new unit placement?” Phil shook his head, and then looked at Karen, who rolled her eyes before answering.
“I’m in the 645 regiment, and only three other people made the cut out of six hundred recruits in this camp, kind of sad how all of the other regiments and battalions have at least ten or more” Tyrone almost choked on his “eggs” when he heard her placement.
“Wait, they put you with me?!” Now it was Karen’s turn to spit out the food in her mouth.
“Excuse me?!” Karen almost yelled, before Phil got off his chair and went to the board while Cyrus started eating his meal. About ten minutes later, the crowd around the board drastically shrank down and Phil came back with the news.
“I’m in 645 too” Karen looked pitiful, she had her elbows on the table and was mouthing a vain prayer. This was Cyrus’ cue to put his tray up and go check where he was situated. He came back and looked at Karen, who stared back at him with a look that held the question of his recruitment. Cyrus nodded and sat down, and then Karen heaved a sigh of heavy depression and sadness before slumping into the table, just centimeters from hitting her forehead on it.
The P.A system crackled to life when they finished eating.
“Okay recruits the jeeps are here, finish up and report to the flag-pole for transportation…”