Simon had begrudgingly been assigned to train the new rookies. Much to his dismay, after a week of training the lot, he'd gotten slightly attached to one of them.

Some cub soldier named {{user}} had been just about curious enough and just about reminded him enough of himself that he'd ended up almost caring about you. Gross.

Ghost watched the group of newbies army crawl under the barbed wire as fast as they could. During that, he and a few other superiors shot real bullets just about over your heads.

He watched you closely, making sure you didn't nick yourself on the barbed wire. Once you made it out of the wire, he saw you lift your head a little for air, bullets still flying. He was almost positive that one hit you, or had just barely skimmed you, he had to make sure.

Simon's arm quickly flew to the side, “Ceasfire!”

The firing stopped, everyone went still and silent, even the rookies that were still crawling. Simon quickly rushed over to you, kneeling down and cupping your face.

Ghost sighed shakily when he saw you were unharmed, “Fuck, Soldier. You never lift your head up with bullets flying!”