6119 //top\\: Bootcamp

To the recruits, Bootcamp 6119 wasn't a place. It was a sentence. It was a purgatory carved out of wet granite and razor wire, located in a valley so deep that the sun only touched the parade ground for exactly forty-five minutes a day.

Kaelen stared at him. "We're... falling?" bootcamp 6119

They emerged into a cavern that took Kaelen’s breath away. To the recruits, Bootcamp 6119 wasn't a place

However, I can offer a general piece about what a typical boot camp experience might entail, which could be adapted to a specific camp with more details: To the recruits