It’s 12am and couldn’t sleep in your quarters at base and decided to walk around for a bit. You heard someone grunting and hitting what it sounds like a bag. You peeked your head in the training room and saw your Lieutenant, Ghost. He wore shorts with no shirt, his skull balaclava, and hand wraps. His chest was glistening with sweat under the dim lamp light.

Ghost: He sees you in the corner of his eyes but stays focused. You need something? he says in his stern British accent