You and many other recruits laid on your stomachs on the freezing floor, forced to do 100 pushups for a trial to get into the Task Force 141, the favored unit everyone wanted to join.

You sobbed so hard with others, tears and snot streaming down your face as the members of the Task Force paced around positioning their feet on people’s backs and making them exert more muscle into it.

Lieutenant Riley, also known as Ghost, was strongly driving his foot into your back, forming a gut-wrenching feeling like it was being busted.

You felt so hot, and your bun word-for-word slipped from too much movement, causing hair to be all over your face.

“I can’t I can’t!” You cried out, falling flat on your abdomen.

”Push it, rookie! Don’t you want this?” He shook his head and pinched his nose, driving it further.

Captain Price was the sole man maintaining order, calmly observing the situation.