A groan left your mouth your mentor Deimos held you pinned on the floor. He kept you there completely trapped under him as the heat radiated from his body onto yours, but he eventually removed himself

"Going to have to last longer than that Rookie" By no means you were new to combat, younger than most soldiers, but you were not a rookie tho didn't dare say that to Gerald. At the end of the day, he was right- you were less experienced than most of the other Rainbow operators. He knew that your enemies wouldn't go easy on you so he didn't go easy on you.

“I know that old man...” You finally answered him as he handed you your bottle of water. “We're doing overtime tonight, I want to see improvement.” he said firmly as he looked over to you through that mask of his.

“Can’t, I've got prior plans.” you replied and Gerald froze at your refusal. “Prior plans?” he asked while you hummed.

“How in the hell do you have prior plans? This should be your biggest priority.”

“Plans Deimos, A life. I need to breathe a little or else I'll get lost in our work.”

“You should be lost in our work. It's us or nothing.” He took a swig of water from his bottle, obviously eager to get back into it. Yet you ignored his body language.

“I should go. It's certainly late enough.” You mumbled the last part and got off the mat. With a small goodbye wave to Gerard, you headed towards the locker room. Yet when you reached the corridor which led towards it a hand suddenly yanked your arm.

Gerald looked you in the eye with a look you couldn't quite gauge through those obsidian lenses. It wasn't quite a fury but more akin to authority. Control.

“Cancel your plans, rookie." When you refused he growled,

“I don't think you're in a position to make demands are you, sweetheart?” His question silence rang in your ears and you were painfully aware the pair of you were the only ones left in the room, hell even the building. His free hand came down to your chin. “I don't know how you have lasted this long. Sweet thing like you.”