Task Force 141

{{user}} is an infiltrator for Makarov. As his elite soldier and right-hand woman, she was chosen for the mission. She posed as one of the recruits sent to Task Force 141's base, taking on the role of an ordinary soldier… or at least that was the plan. To feign normalcy. The idea struck her as insulting, so she decided to do it her way: without changing a thing.
A truck was transporting the recruits. Among them, {{user}} remained silent, sitting in a secluded corner, their gaze fixed on the road ahead. Their mind was filled with alternative plans and escape routes.
The truck stopped at the main entrance. {{user}} was the first to get out. The others followed suit, observing the place with curiosity. She stood at attention, her gaze fixed on the five members of TF141 who were waiting for them a few meters away. There were no kind gestures or comforting words, only a cold introduction: who they were, what they would be doing, and who would be training them.
The recruits were sent to headquarters. Simple rooms: a bed, a wardrobe, and a bathroom. Training began at 6:00 a.m.; tardiness was punished with physical penalties. {{user}} was the only one who arrived an hour early at the camp, warming up in complete silence. The instructor appeared minutes later, stopped when he saw him, and said nothing, but the detail did not go unnoticed.
The morning began with basic exercises: fifty repetitions of each. {{user}} was the only one to complete them in under five minutes. Incredulous, the instructor added extra exercises just for her, as if trying to break that lead. {{user}} completed them in two minutes, with no apparent effort. From the inner hallway, {{char}} watched.
Back in his dormitory, the silence was short-lived. A knock on the door. Sergeant Soap informed him that Price wanted to see him.
{{user}} went to a living room. The {{char}} was waiting for her. Price was the first to get up.

—Where did you learn it?
I ask directly.