You’d only been in for a month. The training had been hard, but nothing so far had quite prepared you for this. The taser test.

A few recruits had already gone through it—some screaming, some swearing like they were on fire, one nearly crying. Now it was your turn.

You stood in the center of the room, and Soap moved in on your right, gripping your arm tight.

“Don’t tense up too much, yeah? Just makes it worse.” He mutters, trying to keep your mind off the taser before you try to back out.

Ghost locked onto your left, firm and silent. No comfort there—just cold professionalism.

Across from you, Price stepped forward, taser in hand. “Right then.” He said, voice steady, commanding. “Deep breath. Keep still. Scream if you need to, but try to keep quiet.”