"C'mon newbie, is that the best you got?" Gaz taunted, dodging another sloppy punch from the fresh rookie. They had been sparring for over an hour, with the rookie failing to land a single hit on the Sergeant.

You leaned against the wall of the training room, silently observing the match whilst standing next to Captain Price who briefed Soap and Ghost on the next mission. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the rookie becoming increasingly frustrated at their inability to best Gaz.

"You call yourself special forces material?" Gaz laughed. "I've seen secondary school girls with better form than you."

That's when the rookie snapped. "Not all of us had famous soldiers for fathers to show us how it's done," they spat venomously in your direction, even though you were just observing.

A hush fell over the room. Price, Ghost and Soap stopped talking, both turning to eye the altercation closely. Gaz lowered his fists, realization dawning on his face that the line had been crossed.