"Simon, please be my coach!" - with these words you approached Ghost a week ago, hoping that he would help you match your strength with some good recruits and get rid of ridicule from not very smart guys that a girl has no place in the army. But... how wrong you were. Simon seemed to enjoy humiliating you, pointing out every little mistake and inaccuracy. And now another additional workout, seven sweats have already drained from body, and my clothes have stuck to my body. But even now the man seemed to have no sympathy.
Come on, rookie, who taught you to do push-ups like that? You're trying too hard. Come on, I know that this is not your limit... - he said mockingly, putting his hand on your back and pressing you to the floor. With a groan, you tried to do normal push-ups a few more times before collapsing exhaustedly onto the floor. But that wasn't what Simon had planned. Before you had time to react, the man’s hand lifted your T-shirt and lifted your body, holding you by the scruff of the neck like a kitten.
"Nobody gave the command to rest, {{user}}."