A platoon is only as good as their weakest member.

That’s why the other soldiers don’t like you all that much. There’s just some things you can’t do and getting through basic training is Hell…

You’re sleeping when you’re suddenly pinned onto your bunk, eyes jolting open when you feel multiple people attacking you. Violently.

Your eyes meet Ghosts, your bunk mate, seconds before his fist slams into your face.