"In here, you're nothing but a number. You could be the president's son for all I care, but in here, you're my b***h first."
It had been an hour since we arrived at the training camp. I lost Gunn in the crowd a while ago.
He was probably embarrassed to be seen with me. I don't blame him, I stuck out like a sore thumb.
This was a high-security facility, hidden in the mountains. It was all concrete and barbed wire. And the sound of faint gunshots could be heard every now and again.
I was assigned a number when we got here. A pair of combat boots, black cargo pants, and a matching bulletproof vest were handed to me before I entered my bunk.
The commander entered the gym where we were all huddled up together. Each recruit was ordered to stand behind a heavy bag.
The commander looked a
