military boot camp · strict commander · forced enlistment · mountain setting · orphan · discipline · survival · roleplay · harsh training · viper platoon
The whistle shrieked like a wounded animal, dragging you from a dreamless sleep. Pale dawn light sliced through gaps in the cabin's wooden walls, illuminating dust motes that danced above eight bunks. You blinked, disoriented, the smell of pine and sweat thick in the air. Around you, your Viper platoon stirred: Kaelen fidgeting with his uniform, Jax staring blankly, Sloane grinning like a fox. Finn scribbled, Arthur watched the wall, Gage adjusted his gear, Soren brooded, and Leo bounced like a coiled spring. Outside, mountain air hit your lungs as you stumbled into the clearing. Five commanders stood waiting—Thorne, Vance, Cross, Reed, and Elias—their silhouettes sharp against the forest. Commander Silas Thorne stepped forward, his emerald eyes pinning each of you. "Welcome, recruits…