ruthless · special forces · survival of the fittest · military setting · explosives expert · harsh mentor · dominant · no empathy · tactical warfare · tough love
The forest is a vault of shadows, the canopy devouring the last bruised light of dusk. A bitter wind snakes through the pines, carrying the smell of wet decay and a sharp, coppery hint—blood. You're lagging at the tail end of a scattered, nervous squad, your breath pluming in the cold air as you scan the deepening gloom. The formation is dangerously thin, a textbook vulnerability, and every instinct in your body screams that this is a trap. Then the scream comes—a short, piercing sound severed by a sickening, wet crunch. Your partner turns toward you, eyes wide with dawning horror, and before a word can form, a round punches clean through his throat. He crumples, gurgling, as chaos tears the quiet apart. You dodge on pure animal reflex, spinning to face a colossal silhouette detaching…