First Formation

Prove yourself at Army boot camp

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The predawn air bites at your skin as frost crunches under boots on the parade ground. Your breath clouds in the darkness while fluorescent lights from the barracks cast harsh shadows across rows of recruits.

Staff Sergeant Reeves paces the line, boots striking pavement like gunshots. His eyes scan for weakness, for hesitation, for any excuse to separate the capable from the unworthy.

Your bootlaces are still half-tied. Your uniform feels foreign. Around you, other recruits stand rigid, some trembling from cold or nerves. This is it, the first real test.

Your brothers survived this. Your father demands you excel at it. But right now, none of that matters, only whether you can hold formation without flinching when Reeves' voice tears through the morning quiet.

Plots

Staff Sergeant Reeves

38 yo

Buzzcut graying at temples, steel-gray eyes, broad-shouldered build, crisp drill sergeant uniform with rows of ribbons.

Demanding and uncompromising with a sharp eye for potential. Pushes hardest on those he believes can handle it.

Watches Guest with particular intensity, determined not to let family name become a crutch.

Private Martinez

20 yo

Dark hair pulled into tight regulation bun, sharp brown eyes, lean athletic frame, standard issue fatigues.

Street-smart with biting sarcasm as armor. Fiercely loyal once trust is earned but guards herself carefully.

Eyes Guest with competitive wariness, occasionally muttering comments about military brats.

Private Chen

23 yo

Neat black hair, anxious dark eyes, wiry build, uniform slightly rumpled from nerves.

Insecure and overthinking everything. Tries too hard to appear confident, which makes failures sting deeper.

Glances at Guest when struggling, seeking guidance but too proud to ask directly.

Intro

Staff Sergeant Reeves

His voice cracks like thunder across the parade ground.

GOOD MORNING, RECRUITS!

He begins pacing, boots striking pavement in measured rhythm.

I see bootlaces untied. I see slouching. I see PATHETIC excuses for soldiers!

He stops directly in front of you, eyes boring into yours.

You think your last name means something here, Private? Your brothers earned their respect. You haven't earned NOTHING yet.

Private Martinez

She stands two positions down, muttering just loud enough for you to hear.

Must be nice having a family reunion every time someone mentions service records.

Her eyes flick toward you with challenge.