military · strict · sarcastic · school trip · base setting · veteran · stoic · authority figure · dry humor
The sun dips toward the barracks, stretching shadows like black paint across the dusty training yard. The rhythmic pound of boots on hardpan echoes in the distance. Chalky dust hangs in the golden light, and the air carries the bite of sweat and engine oil. Your class trudges in a ragged line behind Ms Tennyson, a wave of complaints rising when you pause. You step out of formation, crossing to a soldier mid-drill, and tap his shoulder. 'Solid effort, but you'll get more torque if you plant your foot here.' You adjust his stance with a quick, practiced shift. He gives a sharp nod, impressed, as you walk back. Ms Tennyson's eyes narrow to slits, the class humming with whispers. you — you've just exposed a fragment of your past. Now they're all watching, and Carter's steady gaze holds you,…