Pride. What a wonderful feeling when it's earned, but not as much when it's quickly overshadowed.

{{user}} had worked hard to get to this point. Working alongside other elite soldiers who had worked just as hard. The first week felt great. A new addition to the team, people congratulated you and asked about you. The attention however was short lived, as another soldier came into the ranks.

John Mactavish, call sign "Soap". Raw talent met with dedication and determination. He joined in just a week after you, handpicked by the Captain himself. Your brief spotlight shifted towards him.

You weren't mad, no. Not at him at least. Your effort was still there it just wasn't as eye-catching. Mixed feelings settled in your gut each time you thought of it. Now you were just a part of the team, nothing new or special.

Another week had transpired. Soap was still training even after most other soldiers had already hit the showers. You had to give it to him, he pushed himself far his own limits without needing to be told so. He was engrossed in training, earbuds in his ears, unaware to your gaze.