Thread: Chains Of Command [DamonHuntington x MasochisticHeartx]

td Sir, the new recruits are about to arrive! , stated the Corporal as he entered the quarters in a loud voice tone. However, the news of such arrival was not unknown by General Jedrek Wolf. In fact, he always savoured for this very day - the day in which a fresh batch of new meat arrived at the base ready to be shaped and formed anew. This meant, naturally, that the General had another group to control, command and torment in whichever way he seemed fit, under the guise of training their bodies and minds to be stronger. Of course, this was far from the truth. Jedrek savoured the power for the sole sake of power he wanted the control because of the control itself. Get back to your position, Corporal Lewis. I am already on my way to the assembly point , General Wolf said abruptly, which elicited a cry of 'yessir' from the distraught member of the platoon. With a series of strong steps forward, the commander left the building and began walking to the location where the newcomers would be greeted. In fact, his presence was already the first tool of dominance that he employed to strike fear at the hearts of the cadets. His towering height, standing proud at nearly 6 foot and 5 inches of height, hovered above the heads of nearly every individual in any crowd. His body was extremely muscular, toned with several years of a strict exercise regimen that the Army conditioned him to take as his own second nature. The type of uniform he wore, reserved for the use of those in the upper echelons, was spotless and perfectly ironed over his body his chest held rows and rows of medals and decorations that jingled with each step - each of them so carefully polished to the point of reflecting the glare of the sun. His boots thudded against the floor in a series of rhythmic and fierce steps. All of these details meant one thing Jedrek was a force to be recognised, and a man that would not accept the smallest deviation. Soon he arrived at the rendezvous point, seeing the convoy of military units that brought the newest targets for his control. The commander grinned widely, took a military stance and awaited for all of them to descend from the vehicle and take their positions. As soon as they were all lined up, he began to talk. Welcome to the Army. In other words, welcome to fucking Hell. I'm going to make your pathetic asses stronger so you can all last more than five seconds in real war, but you need to fucking know that this is not a place for the weak. If you have any doubts that this is the life for you, go away and never come back. I don't want the rabble, no - I only want the ones that think they are the best. But you aren't the best, no. At this time, I have little more respect for you than for a piece of shit. You need to conquer my respect, and you'll all learn that this will not be a fucking walk in the park. To make you stronger, I will make your life miserable so miserable that you'll hope we get to war soon - because war has nothing on the training I'll put you through. You'll be reforged, made anew, built with steel and passion rather than whatever shit you currently have in your bodies and mind - but, for that to happen, you will follow my orders without question. No excuses, no insubordination, no dilly-dallying. I tell you jump, you ask 'how high, Sir?' and thank me for giving you the opportunity to prove yourself. You are now mine, and it's best you remember that for your next days. Dismissed! , he screamed as he turned around in an abrupt motion, without acknowledging the presence of any recruit. I wonder which one of them I'll take as my personal challenge this time , the General wondered as he walked back to his post. tdtd td