Before a tattoo reveals a startling fact, a soldier was made fun of for her appearance.

During training, they made fun of her, but when the commander saw the ink on her shoulder blade, he became pale.

As if a basic operator had gotten lost, she showed up to the training site with her hair tied down, a tattered t-shirt, and a broken knapsack. It seemed absurd to the new recruits. They chuckled and remarked, “The army even recruits volunteers behind the scenes now.”

Derek approached her in the cafeteria and slammed his tray down on the table. He shouted, “Hey, lost one,” loud enough for everyone to hear. “This isn’t a kitchen for soup.” His tray splattered mashed potatoes onto her t-shirt as he pushed it. Everyone in the room started giggling. Olivia didn’t even react; she just wiped the mashed potatoes off and kept eating. 🤔

Lance roughly banged into her shoulder during the warm-up exercises. She slipped into the mud after stumbling. “What’s happening, Mitch? Are you attempting to clean the floor? The air was filled with their laughter. Without a word, Olivia stood up, wiped her hands, and started running again.

Kyle grabbed the map out of her hands and tore it in two during the navigation exercise. He remarked, “Let’s see how you manage without this.” The map fragments fluttered off. She went ahead without slowing down.

Lance attacked her during the combat simulation. Taking hold of her collar, he hurled her into the wall. Her shoulder blade was covered by an old black tattoo that was visible when her t-shirt ripped. 😱

When the colonel arrived, the courtyard was completely still. He was as pale as a sheet.

Olivia’s shoulder blade tattoo was more than just a decorative accent; it was a potent and intensely personal representation.

It was a message etched into her skin, concealed behind everyday clothes, but it was about to alter the training’s environment. Leaning over Olivia’s shoulder, the shaky colonel studied the tattoo’s black lines.

The intricate design included an eagle spreading its wings around by antiquated military emblems.

The tattoo was familiar to him. He was aware that it belonged to a special operations brigade, an elite covert outfit whose men were frequently called upon for missions outside the country that not many people were aware of.

Olivia was not a typical new hire. She had been sent undercover to assess the soldiers’ ability to withstand trials and humiliation.

The colonel straightened up, his eyes gleaming with respect and adoration at the revelation of his own secret. Standing there was a woman who had been formed in the dark and was prepared to do whatever it took to protect her nation, not just any operator.