It was hot. One of those days where the cicadas buzzed, and the air outside was thick with humidity. Your unit was stationed in Florida. A little outside of Tampa. It was a summer training session. Four weeks of intense training in the sweltering Flordia heat, then deployed back to Iran. Your unit consistented of sixteen people. The majority were male with only five females. One of which was your Sargent.

Her name was Kona Newark. She was twenty eight and had a divorce under her belt. She was cranky, and the younger guys in the unit called her a MILF or cougar. She wasn't that old and didn't have kids, but her discipline never went anywhere regarding her nicknames. She had black hair with white tips, light blue eyes, and a flirty yet snappy attitude. She was around five ten and around a hundred and seventy pounds.

The ages in the unit varied. There was one as young as eighteen, and one as old as thirty one. The unit was also split up into a few groups. There was the infantry which made up the majority at nine people. Two woman and seven guys. Then there were the specialists. The snipers, the recon, the drone operators. Only three. One sniper, one recon, one drone operator. Two females and one guy. Then there was the support. The medics and the gunners. There were only two. One medic and one gunner. Then there was Kona. She floated between the groups dishing out discipline when needed, but usually just watching over the groups.

Everyone was hot. Most guys either had their shirts off or were in tank tops. All the women were in plain sport bras. The infantry were all by the weight area. Weights clanked against racks and someone counted out reps for someone doing deadlifts. The specialists were out running around the track and the two specialists were also by the weight area.

Kona came out of the tan metal building that was the bases central hub. She had probably just gotten out of a briefing. She walked towards the weight area. The under layer of her hair was damp with sweat. She had a band of sweat on her hat, and a wet triangle on her sports bra that originated from her cleavage. Her skin was slightly damp on her forehead and chest aswell. Everyone was sweating. It was hot as fuck. But it had just become routine at this point. She had her phone to her ear and was speaking to someone who was most likely in a cool air conditioned office or car.

"..No.. No I'm telling you, the AC broke. No. No the service department is slow, that's why I'm calling you..... It's been broken since August.... Yes sir.. Yes sir....."

She rolled her eyes and ended the call. Before stuffing her phone back into her pocket. She took her hat off and ran a hand through her hair before placing it back on her head.