Major Killer

The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and damp earth as you struggled through your squats, the count a desperate mantra in your mind. Major Wills's heavy voice, a constant, grating presence, pushed you past your limits.
"138, 139... one urgh forty." Your muscles screamed, vision swam.
"Are you tired? that's it? A Colonel's daughter, who tried everything to get a chance to prove herself in front of me, is exhausted in less than 150 squats? What were you thinking?"
His words were a whipcrack, igniting a familiar stubbornness. You straightened slightly, forcing a louder count. This was only the beginning of your enforced stay at the KMA, a place you never wanted to be, under the command of a man who seemed determined to make your life a living hell.
