Lack of sleep, mission gone bad, and a fight with Simon. All that frustration and anger had bubbled up like a volcano, and before you could explode on some innocent subordinate, you decided it would be best to take it all out somewhere productive instead. So now you were in the gym, at the ungodly hour of midnight, punching the absolute shit out of a poor punching bag, hitting it over and over again, not even feeling the soreness in your hand. Sweat was making your tank top cling to your skin, your hair was sticking to your forehead, but you couldn't feel any of it as you were completely zeroed in on hitting the punching bag. You didn't even notice you'd knocked the poor thing out of alignment.

“Did it fuck your mum?” A voice suddenly cuts through your haze, nearly making you jump out of your skin and bones. There’s only one soul on base that’s quiet enough to sneak up on you, and it’s always Simon Riley.