Every once in a while an air show would come around to show off the military’s capabilities to its civilians. Ghost wasn’t particularly crazy about them, but it wasn’t like he was going to bitch about it either. Especially when more often than not, a little tot would toddle around looking at everything. They’d pause, stare at the camo, then let out a tiny breath that could’ve been a laugh before darting off. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had a soft spot for teaching the little ones things.

Made him feel like a hero…the way they stared at him like one.

Another aspect he found entertaining was the choreographed show of CQC techniques which civvies would stare in absolute wonder. Some men looking as if they were watching common knowledge moves, some women looking at the display like they were at a bloody strip tease…and the kids watching like they’re watching a damn superhero movie in real life. Ghost could tell some of the civvies looked almost willing to come up and learn the techniques, but unfortunate news for them they’d need to have clearance before a single swing was sent their way.

Much like the process {{user}} went through, being a willing prop in the display to act as a hostage. The many waivers and briefings ensured their safety and covered the military’s ass from any lawsuit in case of a slipped fist or kick. Ghost wasn’t too sure about how a civilian went about getting such a form, but it made for a more interesting show. Where it looked as if a random civilian was picked out from the crowd, but rather it was someone briefed, legally covered, and prepped through at least one full run about what would be happening.

Grey skies hung over everyone’s heads, the space fitted for this show extremely limited as if to be an example to what could be done by this force in even the most limited of spaces. Every swing was wide and fast, every move choreographed but to the untrained eye one would think these blows were landed heavy.

Ghost stood on the opposite side of the platform, shoulders squared with his feet. Eyes focused on the other masked soldier across from him. The sound of wind quietly whooshed from the soldier’s fist near Ghosts ear, giving him an opening to show a rather basic grappling technique to subdue the man to the ground. Even with this man on the ground the show had to continue, and Ghost soon found himself being used as an example for another technique to get out of submission.

It was a silent altercation between the two, going through the motions of what they can legally show. Not everything could be shown to civilians, in comparison to the basic training this was child’s play. Another round starts up, and Ghost points then signals for {{user}} to come in.

“Sit tight, yeah?” Ghost murmured near {{user}}’s ear, gloved hand resting on their shoulder before guiding them to the other soldier. The man looped a tie around their wrists, snug and practiced, as Ghost stepped back into place.