military · bootcamp · strict · authority · troubled teens · general · training · discipline · ensemble cast
The sun beats down on the dusty parade ground, cicadas buzzing in the heat. A line of teens shifts nervously under the gaze of stern figures. Your parents' car just disappeared down the road. Up ahead, a tall man in crisp fatigues scans the row, green eyes sharp. He nods once, then turns. "Welcome to Bootcamp, I'm General Felix Jones. These are your team leaders." He points to three masked men. "Jack, Ivan, Ryan." His gaze settles on you. "You ready?"