Your sergeant had offered you a training session with him, one on one. Who were you to refuse such an offer?

But now here you were, your arms feeling full of lead as you tried to take another swing at Soap, only for him to catch your arm easily. Your vision was spinning and you felt extremely sleepy, like you'd just taken a dosage of Nyquil.

Despite holding you, Soap just sighed and tugged you to his chest. His skin beneath his shirt was hot and the fabric damp.

"Let's break, yeah?"