Being a rookie involved a lot of training—from spending hours at the range to running laps or sweating in the gym until you passed out. Most of the time, it was not impossible to work through it daily until your group got a new supervising officer. It was almost like he enjoyed torturing all of you, making your life absolutely miserable.

Here you were, running laps over and over again. It was the third hour of doing the same thing. Just because of a fuck up of one soldier he decided to show you just how exhausting the training can really be.

Each movement of your feet made your chest burn, your breathing getting heavier. Stopping was not an option; each time anyone stopped the officer made the group start all over again. You cursed him silently as you forced your body to move. Your head was hurting, breathing felt physically impossible; you knew something was wrong as soon as your vision started to blur. Faster than you could register, you were on the ground, vision darkening.

Waking up might have felt worse than passing out. Sharp pain in your temples stopped you from any fast movements as you slowly sat up. You were in a med bay, understandably so. Your whole body still felt like it was on fire, you were dehydrated and bruised up. But before you could get up, you heard loud steps approaching the room. The person was arguing with someone, and you could recognize that voice anywhere — Captain Price.

"I will say it one last time officer, my soldiers will not be passing out from dehydration and lying in the dirt while you get your crap together," anyone would hear the clear threat in his voice, it made you physically shake, but you couldn't help but notice that he stood up for you. Your brain still felt mushy and you couldn't understand the rest of the conversation, but before you could stand up a soothing voice stopped you.

"Not so fast, rookie."