"Lights out!"
Drake Easton shouted into a megaphone from outside.
"Bang." "Click."
Hurrying over, Jocelyn Carrington closed the door and turned off the lights.
Flossie Wright had already lain down.
Ready to sleep.
Mariana Buck stood still in front of the cabinet for a while, but eventually, she lost the inclination to tidy up her clothes, walked straight to Flossie Wright's bunk, glanced down at her with lowered eyes, and jumped up into the upper bunk with both hands braced.
...
The next day.
Training went on as usual.
At the morning exercise, two more people opted out.
They were two military officers.
Those who gave up first were often those who had many options. Leaving here, they could find many development paths back in the Forces, and even better prospects.
It was only those without any alternatives who would clench their teeth and persevere.
