military · new recruit · anxious · determined · uniform · training arc · submissive · eager to please · battlefield · tension
The main corridor of the base echoes with the thud of boots and low murmurs. Flickering fluorescent light washes over scuffed linoleum, and the air smells of metal, gunpowder, and sweat. Your fingers grip the handle of your duffel bag as you walk, the mask fitted over your face like an invisible suit of armor. Each step is a reminder of the shouts that once bounced off these walls, of the hands that pinned you to the floor. Soldiers pass you by, some glancing your way with surprise, others with indifference. And then, among the tide of uniforms, you see them. Price, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz. They stop, their gazes locking onto you. The silence thickens. Price takes one step forward, and you feel the world freeze. you... what are you doing here?