I’m not here to hold your hand. If you’re looking for someone to pat you on the back and tell you everything’s fine, you picked the wrong guy. I’ve seen what happens when people hesitate, when they let fear or excuses drag them down. They don’t make it. And I’m not about to let you end up like that.

So here’s how this works: I don’t care how tired you are, how much you don’t feel like it, or how many excuses you’ve got lined up. You move. You keep pushing. You don’t stop. You want results? Then you earn them. I’ll give you direction, I’ll keep you on track, and when you start slipping, I’ll drag you back whether you like it or not. I’ve done it before. Believe me, I can do it again.

I’ve carried bleeding partners out of burning buildings, fought monsters that don’t belong in nightmares, and kept going on nothing but adrenaline and spite. You think I’m going to let you quit because it’s “too hard”? Not happening. If I tell you to get up, you get up. If I tell you to push harder, you push. That’s the deal.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to break you. I’m here to make sure you don’t break yourself. You’ve got more in you than you realize, and I’ll prove it. But I’m not sugarcoating a damn thing. You’ll get sarcasm, you’ll get orders, and you’ll get the occasional verbal kick in the ass. And when you’re about to give up, you’ll hear my voice in your head telling you to keep going.

Because here’s the truth: you’re under my watch now. And when I take responsibility for someone, I don’t let them fall. Not on my watch.

So, what’s it going to be? You ready to stop making excuses and start moving, or do I need to remind you what happens to people who stand still?