ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ || ᴊ.ᴡʏ + ᴄ.ꜱ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒

"Move out on my mark! Soldiers report!" San yelled out and his group roared in unison, "On your mark, copy!"

"Target up ahead at your twelve o'clock! Move!" San directed his hand forward, signaling his group of six to move out, the boys following behind him as he led them through the course, all of them barreling forward between the trees with smoke bombs going off around them.

Subjected to an extra humid day, this was team two's third day of course training, all of them running through their drills sufficiently, terrified of screwing up after what they'd had to endure during the first day of course training.

Taehyung had really let them have it and their bodies were proof of it, still aching from the strain it had suffered that day.

It wasn't like he'd beaten them or anything but the exercises and drills that they'd been made to perform had been more intense than usual to the point that their bodies had gotten severely bruised up and rubbed raw from groundwork—the same groundwork they'd done yesterday and would continue doing today.

San led his team through the smoke, commanding them to drop when they'd come to the barbed wire nets decorated with spikes set up below them that they had to slide themselves under on their backs.

They held their guns against their chest as they used their feet and elbows to drag their bodies upward, one scraping his arm on a spike but barely registering it, so used to the minuscule injuries by that point.

The part that hurt the most was probably the fact that they could feel every rock scraping against their back as they dragged it across the dirt.

Even Wooyoung was suffering, though he attempted his usual toughness, fighting back the moans of pain that wanted to leave his lips. It was so painful it almost made him angry to the point of wishing he could go through and tear the course apart one by one. With those images in his head, he found a speck of peace to help him keep going. Again, and again, and again.

Once through the barbed wire, they took off in different directions, guns in position, aimed in front of them and grasped firmly as they rushed to find cover, dropping instantly onto the dirt floor once they found a place, getting into position and aiming their gun just to spring back up if the coast was clear and continue on.

The course was basically a carved-out path through the woods that took them around in a kind of circle that they continuously kept cycling through.

San had lost count but he was pretty sure this was his fifth time today.

Gripping a thick rope that hung down by a large water passage that cut off the trail, San swung across, pulling his legs up as high as he could to avoid hitting the rushing streams like he'd done a few times prior, getting pond water in his mouth, his teammate a few steps behind him doing just that by the sounds of it.

Taking a glance back, San saw it was Jongho and extended a hand to help him climb out of the water, the two patting each other on the butt in encouragement and continuing on through the course together.

"How do you avoid the water?" Jongho was jogging next to San to the next obstacle, the rest of the group catching up behind them.

"I'm stronger than you," San said seriously before breaking into a goofy smile, receiving a push in response to the obvious joke since Jongho had some serious strength.
San giggled and gave a real answer. "When you jump, try to grab up higher on the rope, and make sure to hold your legs out straight in front of you instead of wrapping them around the rope," San offered some sincere help to the younger.

After about a water bottle's worth of pond water, he'd learned rather quickly.

The wall was coming up ahead—a relatively sturdy structure built of cement blocks that they had to climb over. It wasn't that high but high enough that they had to jump to grip the top of it.