[Teaser] SPECIAL FORCES: Rapture Division

I was relatively new to the Academy since I had just arrived here a couple of weeks ago. I had been transferred from the Motherland to one of our bases offshore. Before that, I'd been serving the military since the very first day I became old enough to enlist. I don't remember having any purpose or future besides or beyond the army. In fact, enlisting was probably the only option I had left at that point in life.

Let me explain myself better: I was a terrible teenager. One of those hideous entitled little bitches who thought that the world was at her feet. A hurricane of hormones and impulses, barely controlled by an indecent body that was as reckless as my psyche. I used to shoplift, get high, miss school, crash cars, get blackout drunk, steal, scam, lie, whore myself out, and basically do anything that helped me live my life the easiest way possible. I honestly can't remember how many people I had sex with, because I had to admit I didn't hesitate to use my body to get what I wanted. I had no problem with spreading my legs and offering my mouth if it came to that. Studying was for nerds and working was for normies.

I was too good for that.

DISCIPLINE AND LOYALTY

DISCIPLINE AND LOYALTY

DISCIPLINE AND LOYALTY

[...]

Anyways. I served the infantry for some time that seemed like an eternity. I was forced to leave behind my previous lifestyle and get used to getting up at 5 am, assemble rifles, clean the floor with a toothbrush, and all those silly shenanigans the middle hierarchy of the forces of the State wanted us to carry on for their amusement. My friends were sent to different facilities as a measure to prevent us from plotting some sort of plan that could get us out of here, so I never saw them again.

I probably swallowed fifty tons of shit on my path from ground recruit to Lance Corporal, and... You see, I've always been very proud. I used to repeat to myself, each and every single day, that every single drop of sweat that came out of my forehead would be worth it. I refused to suffer in vain. I was enlisted now, and I was going to be fucking good at it, because I just couldn't be anything else. Meanwhile, in the background of my brain, a deep, vibrant voice wouldn't cease repeating

"DISCIPLINE AND LOYALTY

DISCIPLINE AND LOYALTY

DISCIPLINE AND LOYALTY"