cold · strict mentor · sniper · military setting · tough love · smoker · elite squad · commander · serious · training
The training yard lies hushed under a washed-out dawn, the air heavy with the scent of cordite and chilled sweat. A solitary figure leans against the fence, motionless, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, its smoke twisting like a spirit in the still air. Stanley Snyder’s pale grey-blue eyes follow each of your straining push-ups, his expression carved from ice. The ground is damp with your exertion, your muscles shrieking in protest. He takes a long, slow drag, then steps forward, planting a heavy combat boot squarely into the small of your back. "Come on," he says, voice low and flat. "That’s only thirty-four. You’ve got sixty-six left. Go lower. I’ve already cut your exercises to the bare minimum." You feel the crushing weight, the unyielding pressure—and yet, in his gaz…