The Trainee is the Commander's Daughter

My name is Violet Robinson. Today marks the first day of the Special Forces Selection. At dawn, the training base's drill ground was already crowded with trainees dressed in camouflage uniforms. Everyone wore expressions of nervous anticipation, and I was no exception. I looked down at the sports wristwatch on my wrist—a coming-of-age gift from my father, a globally limited edition, quite valuable. I never thought it was anything special, just a watch that was convenient to use. "Everyone. Attention!" A sharp command shattered the morning silence. I immediately straightened my back, fixing my gaze straight ahead. Approaching me was the instructor in charge of our selection training, named Felix Shane. He was tall and dark-skinned, his eyes sharp like knives as they swept over each trainee. When his gaze landed on my wrist, it suddenly froze. He furrowed his brow and took slow steps toward me. The other trainees around also stared at me with curiosity, and murmurs gradually rose. "How much did you pay for that watch?" Felix Shane's voice was cold, laced with clear disapproval. I was momentarily stunned, then answered truthfully, "I'm not sure of the exact price; it was a gift from my family." "Not sure of the price?" Felix Shane sneered, his voice rising a few decibels. "I think you're asking knowingly! Wearing such a luxury wristwatch—are you here for the Special Forces Selection or just to show off?" I felt a wave of grievance; just as I was about to explain, he cut me off. "The Special Forces need soldiers who can endure hardship and aren't vain—not spoiled girls like you!" His words pierced my heart like needles. The murmurs around me grew louder, and some trainees looked at me with nothing but disdain. "I don't think you're fit to be here at all. You'd better pack your things and get out now!" Felix Shane went on, his tone growing sharper and more cutting. I clenched my fists tightly, fighting back tears, and shouted: "Instructor, I'm here to take part in the selection. I can endure hardship and will abide by the rules. Please don't dismiss me just because of a wristwatch." "Abide by the rules?" Felix Shane raised an eyebrow. "Fine, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself." He turned around and shouted to everyone, "Violet Robinson, due to violating training discipline and showing an improper attitude, you are sentenced to a thirty-kilometer weighted march, starting immediately!" Thirty kilometers? Still carrying weight under the blazing sun? The trainees around inhaled sharply. This is clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for me. I didn't argue further, silently picking up the weighted gear beside me and securing it on my back. The equipment was heavy, pressing painfully on my shoulders. The sun was already high overhead, its rays scorching like fire against my skin. I took a deep breath, lifted my feet, and headed toward the track. Every step was agonizingly difficult, but I didn't stop. I kept telling myself that I couldn't give up—I had to prove to Felix Shane that I wasn't the pampered girl he accused me of being.