Thread: Chains Of Command [DamonHuntington x MasochisticHeartx]

The silence of the atmosphere would soon be broken once Leroy heard the voices of two other approaching soldiers, and he turned to face them while they turned their attentions on him. Damn, we're gonna be worked to the bone, I can already feel it. One of them complained as the other would add in, I knew it was going to be no walk in the park, but that General man... didn't he seem like some kind of monster? The guy would focus his attention on Leroy, What do you think? He asked, and Leroy almost wanted to laugh at the question. What did he think? Was it even worth talking about? Sure, the Commander was intimidating, but he was still human. He seems capable, if nothing else. I don't think anyone better could have been chosen for the job. He replied easily, only to add in, It is what it is though, we'll just have to get through it. The other two seemed to have accepted his answer without putting up any sort of argument. Oh, by the way, I'm not sure if you caught our names earlier but I'm Wyatt Blaze, and that's Zeke Davenport. And you're...? The first man asked, and Leroy didn't hesitate in his answer, Leroy Ryker. Getting to know his comrades in arms was something he was planning to do from the start, so this worked out nicely. The three continued socializing, and Leroy could already practically feel his trust in them begin to grow. He knew interacting like this would strengthen the bonds and teamwork between one another, should a time ever occur where they'd be tested on it, but he did know that first and foremost it should be every man for himself. His own survival was top priority. The day dragged on and Leroy mainly spent his free time with Wyatt and Zeke -- or more like they were the ones who lingered around him the most. Then, soon enough, night fell. Everyone shuffled into their Quarters to get some shut eye, and at that moment, a sudden booming voice startled everyone in the room as they scrambled to find their beds. Leroy, too, was caught off guard, and he mentally cursed himself for not having expected such an occurrence. He managed to successfully find his bed and stood beside it as ordered, telling himself how next time... next time he'll be more prepared. Next time he'll be prepared for anything . He was more curious than fearful as to what the Commander could want. Was there going to be a surprise drill or something? In the middle of his thoughts, it seemed the General had selected him out of the crowd, and Leroy couldn't help but feel a swell of pride from deep within his chest, while all the other men seemed to visibly relax upon knowing they weren't the ones targeted. As expected, the words that reached Leroy's ears were as harsh as ever, but he wasn't put off by them. Damn straight he thought he was better than all the others -- he didn't have to think about it, he knew he was better than them, but he refrained from actually interrupting the man in the middle of his speech. The General's brutal comments continued, yet satisfaction was still present as Leroy gazed into the other's eyes with unflinching determination. He may have meant nothing to the other now, but he was still singled out, and if the Commander said that about him, didn't that mean he must've saw potential in him? At the sound of the command, Leroy replied with, sir, yes sir! and without hesitating, dropped to obey despite his mind questioning the number. Two hundred? Two hundred?! What in the actual fu-- ...Oh well, he figured it was just another test he had to overcome... although even body builders may have had trouble doing two hundred push ups all in one sitting. One, two, three... He voiced aloud, allowing himself -- and everyone watching -- to keep track of the number he was on. When he reached forty nine, he was still going strong despite some beads of sweat beginning to break out on his forehead. It was right when he reached number fifty that a sudden weight on him caused his entire torso to fall flat against the ground as a subdued oomph sound left his lips. The decorations on his uniform scratched against the ground and dug uncomfortably into his flesh. For a split second, he was confused as to what had just happened, but-- ...Was he being stepped on? He guessed it was to make things more difficult for him, to really push him to his limits, but it also sparked a type of anger within, and that anger was what caused him to actually push back against the substantial weight. The muscles in his arms flexed and trembled with strain as he did, Fifty... one... fif-ty... two-- He thought he could do better but he ended up falling right back onto his chest, trying to catch his breath, his arms propped awkwardly at his sides as he realized he couldn't move anymore. How long was the General planning to keep his foot on him? It was one thing to have extra weight placed on top of him to make his tasks more difficult, but it was a completely different story when said weight belonged to a man of the General's caliber. Even Leroy wouldn't be able to move if too much force was added onto his back, and surely the other man must've known that?