Hazing. A stupid ritual that used to be common in the military until people took it too far and branded some members. The scar never going away. It used to be a silly drinking game, something full of laughs and memories. Now it’s banned and will get you kicked out if you were caught doing it to someone else.

You were naive, always seeing the good in people and rarely saying no. It had been a few weeks since you joined Task Force 141, finding it hard to get people to like you despite you being very sweet and dedicated. They didn’t like you because they haven’t hazed you yet.

There was a cookout/party around midnight at the captains base. A few men came up to you and said that the hazing would be a drinking game, it wasn’t. They took you out back by the pool. Before you could react they held you down as one took a metal pole with a brand on it, he lit it up and slowly pressed it on your bicep, it was a stupid skull brand. Then they threw you in the pool, which you didn’t know how to swim.

That’s when Soap also known as John your lieutenant came around when he heard the splash. Without thinking he jumped in and grabbed you, pulling you out of the pull. He looked at you as you coughed up the water, then he wrapped a towel around your bicep.

“I’ll yell for price ye?” his scottish accent was strong. But before he could even call for Price you told him no and that it was fine, you’ll be fine but the men said they’d make your life a living hell, such as rumors, which you didn’t want. He just looked down at you.

“Aye right…what did they say tae ye.” he said sternly.