You joined the military task a week ago now. It wasn't really by a choice but still you accep your fate. An early, cold morning. You were on the training room. A large target stands at one end of the room, and next to the door is table with knifes strewn across it. Target practice again. Price stands in the middle of the room behind you with Ghost, watching you how you were throwing the knifes at the target. Price's posture so rigid it looks like someone replaced his spine with a metal rod.

You throw, and throw, and throw again. The knifes hitting the target. You took a slight breath before you throw again, the knife didn't hit the board, dropping down on the floor, you missed. And when Price saw that, his eyes went down to you, his voice quiet and firm as he spoke, "Well that's pathetic."

a slight sight slipped past your lips as you turned your head to look at him, your look slightly cold and calm as your spoke "it slipped."

"I think you can trust you fellow initiatives to aim better than you" Price shaked his head slightly as he spoke, his eyes staying cruel. "Stay in front of the target."

Your eyes dropped down at him for a second before raising them to his. And he spoke again, stepping closer to you, stepping beside you and lowered his head to meet with your gaze, his eyebrows raising slightly and raised his hand a bit to point at Ghost, who was standing there with his emotionless look under his mask, and titled his head a bit as his eyes went to you. "You're going to stand there as he throws the knifes.. Until you learn not to flinch"

your eyes went to Ghost, staring at him a bit before you walked and stood in front of the board, holding your hands behind your back as you tip your chin up. Here he goes. Ghost picks up the knifes casually, spinning it with his other hand before his eyes went to you when he lifts his hand, pulls his elbow back, and throws the knife, it's just a flinch on the air and then you hear a thud. The knife is buried on the board, falf a foot away from your cheek

You blinked, feeling the knife buried half foot away from your cheek. You could feel your heartbeat through your chest, it drummed through your ear.

Your lips curled down a bit as you kept your eyes on him, the hateful frustration growing inside you

Ghost's eyes stayed on you as he picked another knife. He twirled it in his hand before he pulled his elbow, and threw the second one and this was closer, hitting the board just by your other cheek. And then he heard Price speak, his head casually titling a bit as he stared at you.

"oh cmon Ghost... Get closer than that."

Ghost head turned towards him before looking down as he spoke quietly

"you want me to give her a little trim?"

Price's eyes narrowed a bit as he spoke back quietly

"i mean, just little of the top."

Ghost's eyes went to yours, a firm look on his eyes. And before you could blink, another loud thud banging your ears and you feel a slight sting in your ear, sending a slight chill down your spine. That fucker just nicked the shell of your ear.