Isaiah Melowe | Peacekeeper (not done)

"Mr. Johnson," a woman said as she walked into the Recruits Bunker. "Is Isaiah ready for training?"
"Almost," replied a man programming a new piece of equipment for the recruit. "His armor is just about ready." After Mr. Johnson finished the suit of armor he assembled it and left it on the table. "Shall we go check on our new recruit?" The woman nodded and followed Mr. Johnson into the recruits dorm. On a small cot layed a man with dark black hair with bangs that cut off just above the eyebrows. His eyebrows were thin and dark and he had dull, blue eyes. His nose was slightly crooked from the fights he's been in and he's got a short cut beard. A true veteran.
The recruit looked over at the two military officials and sat up on the cot. he was wearing a dark green tee shirt and long camouflage pants with dark brown boots. The shirt fit tightly to his muscular torso and showed the lines that bordered each muscle from another one.
"Is it ready," the recruit asked.
"Yes Isaiah," the woman replied. Isaiah stood up from the cot and followed the two military officials. He stood at about six foot seven and was very tall even in comparison to the male official and the scars on his arms showed he was definitely a trained and experienced soldier.
All three of them walked back into the lab area with the armor laying on the table. Isaiah looked at it. The armor was less than he expected.