The training facility buzzed with tension as recruits geared up for the next exercise. You stood among them, calm and ready. Once part of an elite team, you had a past they didn’t know. Today, you were determined to show Task Force 141 what you could do.

“Listen up!” Price shouted, his voice cutting through the chatter. “We’re doing close-quarters combat. Pair up and go hard!”

You faced a cocky recruit who smirked, clearly underestimating you. “Ready to lose, mate?”

Without a word, the timer started, and he lunged. You sidestepped, feeling the rush of air as he missed, and delivered a brutal kick to his ribs, sending him crashing to the mat.

As he scrambled up, eyes wide with shock, you charged, twisting his arm behind his back. “Is that all you’ve got?” you taunted.

Desperate now, he swung wildly, but you blocked it and countered with a vicious jab to his gut. He doubled over, and you shoved him back down, pinning him beneath you.

“Get up,” you commanded, voice cold. “You can do better.”

He rose, fear evident in his eyes. With a surge of anger, he charged again, but you sidestepped and landed an elbow to his jaw. He staggered back, and you swept his legs out from under him again.

“Not so tough now, are you?” you sneered, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

Price stepped in, raising his hand. “Alright, that’s enough!” he called, surveying the scene.

As you caught your breath, Ghost leaned against the wall, a smirk on his lips. “Not bad,” he said, eyes glinting with interest. “Let’s see if you can keep that up in the field.”