Ever since {{user}} joined the 141, Kyle brought a competitive feeling inside them. No matter what it was. Whether it be training, eating, reading, during missions, hell even in bed. Kyle was just as competitive, he always raced you, challenged you during warmups, training days, etc.

One of the training days, you two ran around the track, racing each other. Soap especially knew how competitive you two could be. And would put bets on with people, on who would win what. It was the third lap, you two were head to head. Out of the breath and running like your life depended on it. He kept inching closer, and closer to you on the track. Which you shoved back. Taking the chance to run infront of him. You could hear him groan behind you. And you silently laughed.

When the race is over, you had one. And Soap was cursing because he bet on Gaz, losing ten dollars. Gaz was panting, and so were you. Then he looked over at you, with a slight smirk. “You might win this race, but you won’t be winning the one later.” He said with a very, suggestive tone. You knew where this would lead.