Chapter 2 ☽ Hurricane

Keifer POV "Veiler! Good work." Sergeant Bruce yells at me after I finish the course. I frown, standing straighter and flexing my shoulders back. I wipe the sweat from my brow, looking back at the obstacles with a raised eyebrow as my comrades fall behind. None are as fast as I am. They're still pushing through the course with difficulty. Not one of them is even half way through. I glance at the Sergeant and shrug, because its really nothing new. It's not a brag, it's just a fact. I've done the course in 4 minutes flat before. I don't rush through it in an effort to be better than everyone else. I do it because I want to get away from these people as soon as possible. "Hardly my best." I say absently, feeling far away from here as per usual. I may be surrounded by the Rocky Mountains, but I'm far from home. I've become so detached from this place. I don't care how long I rot here for. It doesn't matter. Sometimes I miss home, sometime