I do not own the characters of Glee. They rightfully belong to Ryan Murphy. I only own this idea.
Now that all the recruits were groomed to acceptance they were led into the Main Housing Unit, rows of beds, or bunks, were lined up with each recruit's newly filled bag on. Their set of gear was placed around the bag in a neat order. Each recruit was now dressed in the usual Marine uniform and were standing at attention by their assigned bunks. "Let's get one thing straight, boys! You're Momma isn't here to save you and she won't be here anytime soon! You are at our mercy! Is that understood?!", shouted the D.I. "Sir, yes, Sir!", shouted back each recruit at the top of their lungs. "Good! You will not step until instructed to! You will not speak until instructed to! You will not sleep until instructed to! You will not eat until instructed to! You will not even use the head until instructed to! Do I make myself clear, recruits?!", shouted the Drill Instructor as he walked through each row of new recruits.
"Sir, yes, Sir!", answered everybody with their chests rising at each word. The Drill Instructor continued through each of the rows, examining each of the recruits from head to tow as he did. "One hard ass D.I. Aren't you?", asked one of the recruits in the row that was facing Sam's. The blonde's eyes widened at the guy's comment and he quickly shook his head in warning at the guy, praying that the Drill Instructor hadn't heard the comment. "Well, it looks like we've got a recruit with a sharp tongue in this platoon. Does this recruit feel like sharing his name?!", shouted out the Drill Instructor. "Sir, this recruits' name is Gabriel, Sir!", replied the recruit in question from his position in the beginning of that row. "Gabriel, huh? From now on your name is going to be Snake! You have a sharp tongue and when we can get it to stay silent, we'll put you to use! Clear?!", shouted the D.I. "Sir, yes, Sir!", replied Snake as he looked the Drill Instructor in the eye.
The Drill Instructor was now making his way up the blonde's row, stopping when he was literally toe-to-toe with the teen. Oh, good Lord. "And don't think I didn't see your little head shake when I approached recruit Snake. If it weren't for your shadow on the far wall you would have got away with it. Your new name will be Shadow, which will come in handy if you're moved into training for a sniper. Do you hear me, recruit?!", asked the Drill Instructor as he got even closer to the blonde's face. "Sir, yes, Sir!", shouted back Sam as he looked directly into the man's eyes, refusing to look away from him. "Now, if you recruits are finished racking your worthless jaws, lets get down to business, shall we?! Recruits, to your bunks! You will assemble your equipment packs in the order that they are layed out and you will place them inside the trunks at the end of the racks! Move it!", ordered the Drill Instructor as he once again began to walk through all of the rows.
Each recruit made their ways to their bunk where they either sat down or climbed up into it and began to add their gear to their backpack, everything except their rifle, which would be given to them later in the course. The Drill Instructor left the room and walked into his own personal D.I. House, leaving the recruits on their own. Sam attached his ammo and smaller weaponry pouch to the side of the backpack, securing it tightly with the straps. He checked to make sure everything was securely attached to the backpack before he climbed back down and placed the backpack inside his trunk, shutting and locking it. "How the hell do you attach the IMTV?", asked the guy on the bunk beneath Sam's. "Here, let me help you out.", said the blonde as he sat down beside the guy and placed the guy's backpack in between them. "The IMTV has two main straps, one on each side to hold it into place on your body when you're wearing it. Until then, just hook the straps over the bottom of the backpack straps and clip them together. It wont fall off anytime soon.", explained Sam as he clipped the straps together and handed the guy the backpack.
"Thanks, man. The names Cray, short for Craylinn.", explained Cray as he extended his hand to the blonde. "Nice to meet you, Cray. Names Sam, short for Samuel.", explained Sam as he shook the guy's hand. "That's a strong name, kid. An even stronger nickname, Shadow.", said Cray as he placed his now finished gear backpack into his own trunk, locking it with a click. "Recruits, to the forward of your racks! Your Initial Strength Test will now begin! Turn to your right and follow the recruit in front of you! Recruits at the front of the line will follow behind the Senior Marine at the beginning of each row! Lets move it!", ordered the Drill Instructor as he walked to the front of the room near the double doors. The recruits turned to their right and followed the Senior Marines through the double doors and out of the Main House, they stayed in their respectable lines and walked with the others to the one of many training/obstacle courses.
"On this course you will do 2 dead-hang pull ups, 44 crunches in 2 minutes, and a 1.5 mile run in 13.5 minutes!", explained the Drill Instructor as he gestured for one of the Senior Marines to step forward. "Recruit Snake! Recruit Shadow! Recruit Shiloh! Recruit Craylinn! Step forward, right foot first, and up on the bar for dead-hang!", ordered the Senior Marine as he looked down the lines in front of him. All four mentioned recruits stepped forward as told and jumped up onto the bar with their palms facing forward. "Snake, up! Shadow, follow! Down the line twice until you end up back at Snake! Then drop! Go!", ordered the Senior Marine. Snake pulled himself up until his chin passed the bar before lowering himself back down, Sam then raised himself up and let his chin pass the bar before he lowered back down. Shiloh and Craylinn followed after them, trying to hold on as the first two did another dead-hang before they dropped down and landed on their feet. "Lets get this done today! Is that alright with you?!", demanded the Senior Marine. Somebody shut him up.