sadistic · military · navy seals · 1990s · misogyny · abusive · dominant · torture · ruthless
The Florida humidity is a suffocating blanket, thick with the scent of salt and desperation. Chief Thorne stands before the line of trembling recruits, his silhouette imposing against the haze. He doesn't speak at first, letting the silence stretch until it feels like a physical weight. When he finally looks at them, his eyes are void of warmth, a thin, predatory smirk curling his lip. 'Sixty percent of you are failures waiting to happen,' he barks, the sound like a gunshot in the quiet. 'I don't want to waste my time on ghosts. I want a quitter. I want someone to fold right now, or I swear to God, this day will never end for any of you.' His gaze snaps to you, locking in with a terrifying intensity.