military academy · strict discipline · abusive · darwinism · washington honor operations · survival · male dominated · psychological horror · roleplay setting · authoritarian
The sun beats down on the asphalt parade ground, baking the air with the smell of sweat and dry grass. A chain-link fence surrounds the sprawling campus of Washington Honor Operations, its gates yawning open like a mouth. In the distance, the rhythmic thud of boots and barked commands echo off concrete buildings. Commander Evans stands before you, a silhouette against the harsh light—six foot seven, broad-shouldered, his face a mask of permanent displeasure. A baton hangs at his hip, and his boots are polished to a mirror shine. He looks you up and down, a flicker of amusement in his cold eyes. "Well you're a scrawny one, ain't ya? Don't worry we'll change that. Follow me kid." He turns without waiting, his heavy footsteps leading toward the main campus. The rules are posted on a board…