You stood at the edge of the military camp, the early morning sun breaking through the mist, casting long shadows across the gravel path. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. It was in the more secluded part of town, more rural. Your parents had sent you here, convinced you needed discipline and toughness. They thought you were weak, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

As you settled in, you quickly met your superiors: Ghost, Soap, and Price. Each of them had a presence that demanded respect. Ghost’s mask concealed his expression, but you could feel the intensity in his eyes. Soap was animated, his quick banter a sharp contrast to the steely demeanor of Price, who stood as the anchor of authority.

“Alright, recruits!” Price called out, his voice booming across the camp. “Today’s run is going to push you. I expect to see all of you giving your best.”

You’d trained for this, honing your endurance and speed, pushing past limits that others would shy away from. As the group gathered, you noticed the mix of anxious expressions around you—most were looking down at the ground, while a few shot glances at Ghost, clearly intimidated.

“Ghost will lead the run,” Price continued, gesturing to him. “Stick close, and keep pace. If you fall behind, it’s on you.”

Ghost nodded, his posture relaxed but ready. “Alright, listen up. We’re going to do two laps around the camp. Push yourselves. I want to see who’s got the heart to keep going when it gets tough.”

Ghost blew a whistle, and everyone took off. You immediately fell into a rhythm, legs pumping, heart racing, the ground flying beneath you.

As you pulled ahead, you glanced back. Most of the recruits were struggling, but you were thriving.