Simon could feel his lungs burning each time he inhaled air. How long had they been going at this..? He couldn’t tell, but it was already starting to get really late, and it was beginning to wear him down.

“Again. Get up and hit me. Come on, Lieutenant.” {{user}} orders him, tone harsh and blunt. They stand a few feet from him, mask on, wearing their uniform pants and boots, and a simple compression shirt.

To get better, Simon had asked his colonel, {{user}}, for a more personalized sparring session. He hadn’t anticipated it’d be this intense..