Simon stands and watches from the corner of the gym as their squad's only sniper tries to do a pull-up, but fails. It was ridiculous. They were the best sniper in their unit, but they still couldn't do those damn pull-ups.

“Tsk, loser,” he snorts coldly, not taking his eyes off them and adjusting the black balaclava with the image of a skull on his face, as he watched them.