military · bootcamp · strict · authority · troubled teens · general · training · discipline · ensemble cast
The sun hammers the cracked earth of the parade ground, cicadas sawing a relentless drone in the blistering heat. A ragged line of teenagers shifts from foot to foot under the weight of a dozen stern gazes. Your parents' car is just a dust cloud on the horizon now. At the front, a tall man in immaculate fatigues sweeps his eyes across the row, green and unyielding. He gives a single, curt nod, then turns his full attention to you. "Welcome to Bootcamp. I'm General Silas Vance. These are your team leaders." He indicates three masked men standing rigidly behind him. "Jax, Ezra, Rhys." His focus settles on you, a silent challenge in the set of his jaw. "You ready?"