“You’re going to regret it!” — He humiliated the “civilian”… not knowing she was the new captain
When I arrived, the pool training session was already tense.
Sergeant Major Marc Delcourt — with years of experience training soldiers — was shouting at the recruits: “If you give up now, you’ll fail in the field! Overcome your fear!”
Lucas Morel, nineteen, his lips trembling from the cold, was struggling in the icy water. His movements were becoming erratic, his head slipping under, panic taking over. From a pillar, I watched as Delcourt barked: “Keep going or get out for good!”
Then Lucas disappeared beneath the water.
I didn’t hesitate. I kicked off my shoes, ran, and dove in fully clothed. The cold shot through me, but my body reacted on instinct. In a few strokes, I reached him, supported him under the arm, and brought him back to the surface, gasping for air.
Silence fell. All the recruits were watching. Delcourt too, stunned.
I helped Lucas reach the edge, then climbed out of the water, soaked, and looked the sergeant straight in the eyes. “You should have intervened sooner. Your method nearly went wrong—and could have killed him.”
He gave a skeptical smile, still thinking he was dealing with a stranger. “Who exactly are you? I’m the one in charge here. Civilians don’t—”
I pulled the soaked documents from my pocket and pressed them against him. Water was still dripping from the pages as he read.
When they realized who I was, they all froze in shock…
The sergeant went pale, scanning the lines a second time, as if hoping he had misread.
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Captain Elena Blackwood. Incoming commander of Team Phantom.
The silence grew heavy, almost suffocating. Even the recruits who had been whispering seconds earlier were frozen. Lucas, still gasping at the edge of the pool, murmured, “Oh my God…”
Delcourt straightened up, his confidence cracked. “Ma’am… I… I didn’t know.”
I didn’t react. “That’s not the issue. This is about survival.”
My voice was calm, without anger, but sharp enough to cut through the air around us.
I turned to the recruits. “Get Lucas out of the water. Now. And send him to the infirmary.”
Two men obeyed immediately.
Then I added, without raising my voice: “Training at 0800 tomorrow. Attendance is mandatory.”
A total silence followed my words. No one really moved, as if the slightest gesture might shatter everything.
Delcourt opened his mouth, trying to recover. “Captain, I thought the pressure—”
“Pressure does not justify recklessness,” I cut him off.
He fell silent immediately.
The recruits began to disperse slowly, but I could feel their eyes on me. Not respect yet. Not trust yet. Just surprise… and doubt.
I stayed alone for a moment by the edge of the pool, cold water still dripping from my clothes.
And in that silence, I knew one thing: this was only the beginning.
