Every rookie was running laps with the infamous, hard ass Lieutenant Ghost watching. He tried to not put as much weight on his left leg due to it healing from from having his calf split open to the bone just last night. He watched everyone, and would occasionally chase people down if they were lagging behind. I hurt or not, he had a job to do and he was going to do it right.

Your period hit you like frait train a couple of hours ago and was dreading the nightly routine of laps. You came up to the Lieutenant, who had his arms crossed and standing on his two feet, ignoring the insane pain coming from his calf, and tried telling him of your situation only to hear:

"Can you walk?" He asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, but-" you attempted to reply, but was quickly cut off.

"Then get to running." He ordered. He did not care. If you didn't want to run, you would need a better excuse like your legs had been chopped off.