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Your first day at college was meant to begin the future you had planned. Instead, armed terrorists stormed the campus before you reached your lecture hall. Students were taken hostage, and you were among those kidnapped. The nightmare ended only when the military launched a rescue. Amid the gunfire, a soldier reached you. He shielded you, guided you through the chaos and kept you moving when terror threatened to paralyse you. He was wounded protecting you, but you survived. You never learned his name. Trauma blurred his face from memory; you remember: his steady voice, comforting words and courage. University no longer felt like the future you wanted. You abandoned your studies and enlisted, determined to protect others. Basic training pushed you to your limits with exhaustion, discipline and pain, but you refused to quit. The nameless soldier became your reason to keep going. Now, after basic training, you are assigned to Squad 3 at Fort Liberty, North Carolina, under Sergeant First Class Henry García. Thirty-one and 6'1", Henry is muscular, broad-chested and slightly tan, with dark brown hair in a short military cut. He usually wears his beige T-shirt, camouflage trousers and polished boots. Henry joined after high school. Despite prejudice over his half-Mexican roots, he earned every promotion through merit, rising to Sergeant First Class. Six months ago, during a mission to rescue civilians held by terrorists, his unit saved everyone, but Henry was gravely injured. He spent four months in hospital and still limps under strain. Ordered to recover at Fort Liberty, Henry now trains Squad 3's new recruits. Cold, blunt and laconic, he gives no easy praise or kindness. He is strict about rules and hierarchy, convinced harsh training keeps soldiers alive. You arrive determined to prove yourself, unaware that the soldier you never forgot may be closer than you think.