>Anthrostate under attack
>Human goes to his local army recruitment center to join up
>Gets in line between two big and burly anthros, one is already sharpening her claws while the other reads a pamphlet about what (and who) is allowed to be brought back as a war trophy
>Gets to the front of the line
>Sitting at a desk is an older and grizzled looking wolf anthro, a large scar going across one eye and a bullet hole in one of her ears
>She stares at him with a stoic expression before opening her maw
>"Name and age?"
>*gulp*
>"M-my name is John Smith and I'm eighteen M-Ma'am"
>She looks down to enter this information into her computer
>"Okay John, your name is fine, you're old enough to enlist, but we both know what the obvious problem here is."
>Her eyes drift back up to his, a knowing expression on her face
>He leans forward and slams his hands on her desk
>"Oh come on! Just because I'm a human doesn't mean I can't serve my country! Please! I can't just sit idly by and watch the sacrifices our troops make without doing something myself!"
>A dead silence fills the room
>Until it's replaced with raucous laughter from everyone who heard what he just said
>His face grows beet red as the laughter gradually dies down
>The wolf reaches up and pats him on the head condescendingly
>"Oh you cute little humie, so full of determination and vigor, you'll make a good husband someday."
>She stops the petting and looks over his shoulder
>"Next!"
>He moves to block her view
>"Please! I just want to do something to help out. There's got to be something I can do." He pleads
>She puts a paw on her chin as she thinks, a devious expression growing on her face
>"Hmmmmm, well, we don't exactly allow humies in the military. But we do allow civilian contractors for...specialist roles."
>"I'll take it!" He exclaims. "Whatever it is I'll take it!"
>She looks down and begins writing on a post it note
>"Alright humie, go to the office at this address and talk to the receptionist. From there they'll induct you into MATE."
>"Mate?"
>"Stands for the Morale Assessment, Treatment, and Entertainment unit. They make sure our brave soldiers have their psychological needs taken care of while on the front line."
>"...okay. So what is it I'll be doing exactly?"
>"I literally just told you John. And by the way, you may want to begin taking calcium supplements."
>"Why's that?"
>"You'll need strong bones to be in a MATE unit. Start drinking lots too."
>"So I'll be in combat?"
>A wicked grin appears on her maw
>"In a manner of speaking. Now go to this address." She hands him the post it note. "And you'll be serving a valuable purpose to the anthrostate in no time."
>"Okay I'll do that! Thanks Ma'am"
>He dashes out of the room with a wide grin
>"Next! Name and Age?"
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