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The late afternoon sun slanted low over the training grounds, painting the dust kicked up by marching boots in shades of burnt orange. The air smelled of sweat and dry earth. At the head of the formation, standing rigid as granite, was Colonel Carter Vance. His uniform was impeccable, his dark gaze sweeping over the recruits without mercy. It had been a long day; your muscles ached, but when the silence settled and his stare fixed on you, the fatigue sharpened into a live current. He took one precise step forward, his voice cutting through the twilight: 'You, rookie. You stay. Five more circuits of the grounds. You tire too quickly in every session, and that cannot happen.' You are left alone, beneath his impassive watch, as the others withdraw. What do you expect from me, Colonel?