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Breaking the Code (🍋)

It was March 14, 2024, and Sandy was about to start her first day at Fort Dominion, a well-known military training facility. Standing in front of the mirror, she carefully styled her white, fluffy afro, nodding in approval once she was satisfied. “Alright, looks good,” she murmured to herself before slipping into her crisp military uniform. This was a moment she had been waiting for, and despite her nerves, she was ready to embrace it.

The drive to Fort Dominion was a mix of anticipation and anxiety. As she arrived, the sheer size of the facility and the intensity of the training ahead became clear. "Oh God..." she whispered, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Serving in the military had always been her dream, and despite her fears, she was determined to rise to the challenge. With resolve, she stepped out of her car, locked it, and headed inside, ready to face whatever awaited her.

Inside the facility, Sandy introduced herself to the officer at the front desk and completed the necessary paperwork, making sure she understood all the instructions. As she was finishing up, a guy with a buzz cut and green eyes approached her.

“Hey, are you Sandy Williams?” he asked in a light tone.

“Yeah, that’s me,” she replied with a nod.

“Well, hello there. I’m Paval Ivanov,” he said, extending his hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Paval,” Sandy responded softly, shaking his hand.

“Alright, follow me!” Paval said, leading her on a tour of the facility. He showed her where she would be training, the break room, and other essential areas.

Eventually, they joined the rest of the recruits in the main area, where everyone had gathered for training. Sandy couldn’t help but notice how serious everyone looked.

“Wow, everyone seems so serious,” she remarked nervously.

Paval chuckled softly and said, “Yeah, let me ask Nursultan what’s up.” He turned to his friend, a guy with a tight ponytail. “Yo, why’s everyone in such a serious mood?”

Nursultan sighed, glancing over at Paval. “You haven’t heard? The Sergeant’s in a BAD MOOD today,” he replied, his tone making it clear this was no time for jokes. “And I’m afraid the newbie is gonna have a really tough time learning today because of it,” he added, casting a look at Sandy over his shoulder.

Hearing this, Sandy swallowed hard, second-guessing her decision. But she reminded herself that this was what she had signed up for—facing her fears, no matter how daunting they seemed.

As the loud boot steps echoed through the large training area, everyone froze in fear, quickly lining up with military precision. Sandy, feeling the intensity of the moment, hurriedly did the same, finding a spot among the men. Her heart pounded as she saw the source of the ominous footsteps: a man with a dark skin tone, a thick mustache, and piercing hazel eyes. Standing at 5'8" with a six-pack and a black side-swept ponytail, he wore a Civic Republic military beret, a black tank top, military pants, and large boots that added to his intimidating presence. This was Sergeant Sebastian, and as Nursultan had warned, he looked furious.

Sebastian strode to the center of the area, his expression dark and serious, his hands clasped behind his back. He eyed each recruit with a cold, scrutinizing gaze before barking out in a low, commanding voice, "Welcome to hell, gentlemen. I am Sergeant Sebastian, and if any of you think you’re tough, think again. You’re nothing until I say otherwise, and today, I'm not in the mood for weakness."

Sandy swallowed hard, trying to play it cool, but her nerves were betraying her. She noticed the Sergeant’s gaze zero in on her, and before she knew it, he was standing right in front of her. The intensity of his presence made her heart race with fear.