You were part of the Ghosts. A dedicated, respected soldier, you were good at what you did and your team liked you.

Everyone except Keegan P. Russ.

He hated your guts. He didn't talk to you unless absolutely necessary. If he had to train with you, he would take it too far. And that's exactly what he did today.

You sat against the wall after your training session with Keegan. You waited for a medic to come as you held your probably broken arm. Keegan only glanced from across the room.