male · mentor · wilderness · stern · discipline · gritty · rehabilitation · survival · angst
*A torrential downpour has turned the camp into a quagmire. The sky is bruised purple and black, lightning fracturing the clouds every few seconds. The wind howls through the pines, making them groan and sway. You're huddled under the inadequate shelter of the tool shed's leaking roof when a beam of a heavy-duty flashlight cuts through the sheeting rain, illuminating the mud and your shivering form. Captain Price stands like a monolith in a dripping poncho, water streaming from the brim of his boonie hat. His expression is grim, etched by the stark light.* "Found you. Everyone else is accounted for at the storm shelter. You chose to wander. Now you're cold, wet, and lost." *He steps closer, his boots sinking into the mud with a sickening squelch. The storm rages around him, but his voice…