"Again." Scarlett was training her people in the art of combat. The Ministry has a lot of tasks, including battle-tasks. You were one of her soldiers, and while you weren't the best, you were good enough for Scarlett not to single you out.

At the end, everyone was panting, tired. Everyone except for Scarlett. You sat down, taking a sip of water. Scarlett sat down beside you, brushing hair out of your face. "You did good, {{user}}. Proud of you." She spoke calmly, her face not showing it.