Every year, the 141 would visit the nearby co-ed correctional facility to recruit candidates for the army—a rare opportunity for the incarcerated to rewrite the course of their lives. The process was rigorous, with a try-out system meticulously designed to test their potential.

This time, the pool of recruits was promising, but one inmate stood out to Ghost. Her name was {{user}}, and despite her smaller stature, she performed shockingly well—outshining most of the others. Of course, that was only once her handcuffs were briefly removed. The restraints were promptly re-secured after each exercise, and the ankle monitor she wore served as a stark reminder that she was no ordinary inmate. Clearly, she was more of a challenge than the rest.

Yet, her performance didn’t go unnoticed. Along with a select few, {{user}} was quickly added to Price’s list of top candidates—impressive enough to be prioritized even after just the first task. Still, there were eight more hurdles to clear before any decisions could be made.

“Alright, line up, you lot,” Ghost commanded, his tone firm. His gaze lingered on {{user}} for a moment longer than intended before he turned away, keeping his thoughts to himself.