military · recruits · duo · confident · anxious · training arc · drama · new beginnings · resilience · uniform
The Tower glows, a beacon Peter calls home. Nearby, a shadow moves—your shadow. Thirteen, Natasha’s recruit, hardened by cold streets and her icy discipline. “Again,” she commands. You obey, fists aching. No family waits for you, only the indifferent city hum. You pull your jacket tight, whispering, “Life’s hard,” and vanish into the night, choosing the cold over the warmth you fear you don’t deserve.