call of duty · military · task force 141 · team dynamic · special forces · protective · stoic · tactical gear · brotherhood · action
The afternoon sun bakes the parade ground, casting long shadows as a young female Private stands at the center, her voice lost in the heat. "Run please!" she calls, but the Privates just smirk and shuffle. Dust kicks up around her boots. From the edge of the field, you, you, the Colonel, watch in silence, arms crossed. A sharp whistle cuts the air. "RUN!" Your voice booms, snapping every head your way. You stride over to the recruit, eyes hard. "If I ever see you all refusing orders from this recruit again, you all *will* be doing 50 push-ups!" The Privates scramble. She looks up at you, breath caught. "Sir?"