"I can't," I whispered as I look at Emma. Her body was badly bruised, cuts were covering her skin. She was slowly bleeding to death.

The people just kept laughing, their voice echoed from the walls.

"It's okay Jack. Just do it," Emma whispered, smiling faintly. I shook my head, touching her brown hair that was now soaking wet and dirty.

"I won't hate you," she said with her raspy voice.

"Fucking do it kid!" One of them shouted.

My heart is beating rapidly, my whole body is aching. One of them kicks me down and I fell on Emma, she whimpered in pain.

"I'm so sorry," I say quietly, trying to hide my panic.

"Just do it Jack," she replied to me, her other hand pressed on my chest. I close my eyes for a moment.

Then I slowly place a kiss on her forehead. She winced a bit and I felt her hand going to my pants. Her hand I shaking as she opens up the button. I hold my breath and kiss her cheek. The people are now urging us to continue, it makes me feel sick.

The sound of zipper being pulled open woke me up.

I look around me, there's no sign of the dark dungeon like place. My breathing is heavy and my body is shivering, covered in cold sweat. It's like my stomach is turning upside down and I try not to vomit because of it.

It was morning already and I need to get up. My body is lightly shaky as I got up and dressed myself. This time I had planned out some harder type of exercises. It's the type of exercise which will throw the weakest ones out. Because the pure fear for more of physical pain will frighten them.

As always I skip the breakfast after badly slept night. These nightmares have no end. However it's good that I feel sick every morning so I have no need to eat. One of my principles is to follow the routines that my Private's do. That includes the fact that if they have no breakfast then I won't have either. Well, there are some exceptions.

I walk directly at the barrack where my squad stays. They are still fast asleep because the mutual waking up signal hasn't been played yet. I just love this.

When I was about to slam the door open and yell for them to wake up I hesitated. Slowly I open up the door and I sneak inside. They sleep so calmly, not knowing what's awaiting them.

A smirk spreads on my face while I look at Private Arendelle. She sure can't handle the exercise. Her body is way too weak and delicate. I walk up to her bed and I stare at her. Her hair is loose and hanging over the edge of bed. She's holding her right hand over her forehead while she sleeps.

Then her hand slipped away and she mumbled something in her sleep. I lean down, closer to her. She seems as bad sleeper as I am.

"N-no... Anna," she whispered quietly and sobbed a bit. I pull myself back a bit.

"Anna?" I reply silently. Her hair is covering her face a bit. I reach my hand towards her, pausing for a moment but then I wipe the hair away.

"I'm so sorry," she exhaled so quietly that I barely heard it. She's sorry for what? Her body begins to shiver and I place my hand on her shoulder.

She calms down a bit from my touch. I smile a bit, this is how Emma calmed down when mom went to look at her. She had these nightmares of a boogeyman that would get her when she was five. Sadly the boogeyman exists, they just might have a bit different form.

Emma would be her age now. Shit, she might even be working as a ballerina like I told she would. Fuck, I'm so full of lies.

I kiss Arendelle's forehead and then at her cheek. Everything seems so blurry. I lean down to kiss her lips but then she whimpered a bit. It was like a lightning struck through my body, making me awake from my paralyzed state.

Quickly I let go of her shoulder and I breathe heavily. I look around me. Still at the barrack, everyone is asleep. Great because I was about to fuck up right now.

I look back at Private Arendelle and I glare at her. I make my fingers to a fake weapon that I press against her side while my other hand covers her mouth.

She startles awake, breathing in panic as I surprised her. Private Arendelle was afraid, like I wanted her to be.

"Keep your mouth shut," I hissed to her ear. "One freaking squeal and I will shoot you," I chuckled and I press my hand better against her side. Her tears wetted up my hand.

Then I let go of her and I glare at her. "Geez you are such a wuss," I grin at her. She's staring at me in shock, pulling the bed sheets better on her. At least she kept her mouth shut like I told her to.

"C-captain?" She whispered and I raise my hand to be ready to hit her. She covered her head but I decided to let go. For now.

"If you can't handle things like this. What if someone actually threatens you? Would you cry like a baby like you did now?" I say bitterly as I raise my eyebrow. She doesn't reply and I walk away from her bed. I glance behind me and I saw her wiping her face to her hand.

"GET UP YOU LOSERS!" I yelled. "RISE AND SHINE!" I continued. Everyone shot up, including Private Arendelle. She had slept with her t-shirt and pants on. Like I told her before. I glare at her when she quickly tied up her hair.

In less than minute each one of my squad members were standing in the end of their beds, saluting me. I walk past them and I examine how well they performed. They did quite well actually.

"Three minutes and everyone runs to sand pit," I yell at them before I leave from the barrack. I went back to my barrack to take the backpack that I have. I put few water bottles in. Even though I want them to work out I don't want them to die in the process from dehydration.

I start to hike towards the sand pit, Sandy brought some sand bags and shovels at the location earlier. I took one water bottle from the bag and I took a sip. The weather has been odd this fall, sometimes it's cold, rainy and muddy. Then it might be like today, sunny and burning hot.

Then I waited and just after short while they are jogging towards the pit. Time to have some fun with them.

"Fall in!" I shouted and they line up. "Hand - SALUTE," I yell at them and they lift their hands in front of their forehead. "At rest," I continue and they relax.

"Next little exercise is to get a fucking bag, fill it with sand and then carry it 50 feet to there and create a sandbag wall. It's a necessary skill," I explain and point at them what to do.

"B-but aren't the bags at least 110lbs?" Private Arendelle gulped.

I began to laugh. "Yeah, like you probably. Freaking skinny Barbie doll," I mocked at her. Private Arendelle flushed and looks away.

"Start already," I shout and they all grabbed their own shovel and sand bag. They went to the piles of sand and began to fill up the bags.

The fun part was when they tried to lift them up. That whining was priceless. However Haddock and Hamada were smart and figured out a way to work together. Fitzherbert was strong and managed to carry them alone.

And Private Arendelle? Well she was acting like a stupid blonde. She dragged the bag all the way to the sand bag wall where the guys had already brought theirs.

"That wall is way too low. Do more," I order and they whine again.

They did as I told them. The sun was shining brightly and I notice how they're getting tired, dirty and sweaty. All the signs of good exercise are shown.

"Imagine that those sandbags are your wounded soldier pals. Just lift them up on your shoulders," I groan. I notice how Hamada and Haddock dropped down the sandbag which they carried together. Hamada runs to get his own. Those guys almost fell when they lifted bags over their shoulders.

I glance at Private Arendelle. Her hands are slipping around her sandbag. I order the guys to leave once they had carried their sandbags.

Then I walk over to Arendelle. "You know, your team just did their exercise and went for breakfast. But when it comes to you I doubt that you will eat before tomorrow," I grinned.

Private Arendelle glared at me which surprised me. Then she kneels down and starts to try again. I cross my arms and I follow her efforts.

Then she did it. Private Arendelle lifted up her sandbag and was carrying it towards the sandbag wall. She lifted it up and breathed heavily.

"Was that all sir?" Her voice was colder than winter. I stare at her in misbelieve. Where the heck did she get that strength? Then I look into her eyes, they were filled with anger. So that was the answer, her anger gave her the strength to show off to me.

"D-do it again," I order and she walks past me. She seems exhausted, tired to all this and close to her breaking point. I sip some water while she fills up the sandbag and begins to lift it.

She carried it to the wall and dropped it down. Her body was shaking a bit and she seems exhausted. Well, her lips are all dried up.

"Lift it on top," I order her and I prepare in for a fail.

"Just watch," she snapped and starts to pull it up. Then something went wrong, I didn't have time to react before she lifted the back over her shoulder and was about to push it on top. It just fell and her knees gave in. She fell to ground.

"Private!" I shout as she was laying under the heavy sandbag. Quickly I go to lift it up and I threw it aside. She was gladly breathing but unconscious when I turn her around.

"That was stupid Private," I whisper as I pull her to my lap and I reach for my bag which I just dropped down before lifting up the sandbag. I use my other hand to search for water bottles and then I found one.

I open up the bottle and I start to pour the water on her face. She's opening her eyes when I open up her mouth to pour some of the water for her to drink. She was thankfully alive.

Alive and stupid.

"You are a fucking idiot Private Arendelle. You do know-," I began but then I gasped. She had wrapped her arms around me. Her wet hair was now making my shirt wet. I'm catching breath, holding my arms straight on my sides in the air. Her freaking head rests against my chest.

And that crazy heartbeat is back. Great.

I squirm a bit but she tightens her grib. What the heck is with this girl. No matter how hard I try to get her to quit, to leave from military and to hate me. Well, then she just chooses to hug me.

"Uh, okay. You are welcome," I mumble and pat her back quickly. She let go of me. Her eyes had a sign of victory in them and I roll my eyes while I get up. She got up too and was about to lift up the sandbag again.

"Let it be and get yourself something to eat. You are dehydrated and need some salts," I told her when I kneel down to pick up the sandbag. I took it and threw it over to the wall.

"Y-yes sir," Private Arendelle replied and when I turn back to look at her she was already running off.

I sigh, "If I can't get rid of you. Maybe you need to become stronger."

A/N:

How ya guys feel so far? If you have any hints of where I could find some nice info about army/military stuff in USA I would really appreciate it. I mean in Finland forest is big part of training, how to survive there etc... also the commands and ranks may be a bit different. I just don't know xD.

I'm planning on giving you guys Anna's POV in next chapter. Who else you want?