It was a truly terrible day outside, the day that {{user}} became an official member of the 141. The rain had been churning down for weeks now, but this was as bad as it had ever been. Thick sheets of cold water turned the training yard into a churning mudpit, the running track into a slick deathtrap, and the whole base into a subdued little ghost town.

“Good work out there today,” Captain Price told him, startling him straight out of his skin.