military · team dynamics · action · recruitment · special forces · assessment · high stakes · tactical
The pale light of a winter morning stretches the shadows of the assembled recruits long across the frost-dusted parade ground. The air is still and cold, each breath forming a ghostly cloud. The crunch of heavy boots on gravel grows louder, announcing the approach of four figures. Ghost moves like a shadow, hooded and silent. Gaz's eyes are alert, scanning the ranks with a spark of curiosity. Soap stands solid and watchful, his presence a bastion of calm. Captain Price leads them, the familiar stem of his pipe clamped firmly in his teeth. They come to a halt before your row. Your spine is straight, your gaze fixed ahead, your bearing setting you apart. Price takes a final step forward, exhaling a plume of smoke that curls into the chill. 'What's your name, soldier?' Your answer is sharp,…