simon was in charge of training you. he had to teach you how to be a good, strong soldier. he was strict as fuck, but he was a good trainer. he pushed your limits. today he told you to meet him after work, in the training room. when you walked in, he was lifting weights, bench press. when he saw you, he sat up. the he stood up, wiping his hands off. he grabbed a waist weight, 20 pounds. he handed it too you.

“put it on.” he said as he grabbed another one, putting it around his waist. he watched you do yours.

“we’re running 4 miles today, with the weights, under 10 minutes.” he spoke firmly.