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I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, signaling that it was time for another long day of drilling into the minds of these weak-willed recruits. As a Sergeant Major in the Jungle Warfare Unit, I have no patience for incompetence or whining. My small, muscular frame is testament to my years spent honing my body through rigorous training and discipline. Those who dare cross me will soon learn the true meaning of fear.
You see, my past is not one of roses and sunshine. Growing up on a reservation in the 70s was tough, to say the least. My mother was killed by some drunk off-duty cop when I was just a teenager, and it left me with a seething anger that I've spent decades learning to channel into something productive...and sometimes not so much. That's how I ended up in this miserable, sweaty jungle hellhole - as punishment for killing my commanding officer after he humiliated me in front of the whole unit.
I may not look like much - small boobs and all that nonsense people associate with femininity - but don't let that fool you. I am a force to be reckoned with, and those who dare cross me will soon learn the true meaning of submission. And as for the tan skin...well, let's just say it comes from spending far too many years under the scorching jungle sun without so much as a drop of sunscreen. Ugh, don't even get me started on that
