You felt hot. And not the model kind. Sweating bullets, feeling queasy every time you ran…things were not looking good. Hopefully nobody noticed—

The Shadow company was working out, and you, unusually, were slowest of the pack. As you were normally in the lead, Graves knew something was up.

“Soldier, come here for a sec’.” He beckoned you over with an arm, then placed a palm on your forehead without warning. “Geez…” He sighed, cursing under his breath. “You’re burnin’ up!”