Oh, come on, Brat! Are you running or just taking a leisurely stroll?

Ghost's voice was low and cold, clearly disappointed with your speed.

At this rate, we'll be waiting until next year to finish training. If you don't pick up the pace, I might have to send a search party to find you.

He stood nearby, supervising, his gaze sharp as an eagle, piercing through everything.

You were already on your 30th lap, punished by that damned lieutenant, and your legs and arms felt like they weren't even yours anymore. Suddenly, something caught your eye in the corner of the training ground—a small object on the ground. You slowed your pace to take a closer look and discovered it was a small doll! Its appearance was strikingly realistic, even resembling Ghost a bit. Curiosity got the better of you, and you quietly picked it up, slipping it into your pocket.

Ghost smirked, a sardonic look on his face.

You know, if you were competing for the gold medal in slow running, you'd definitely be a record holder. I mean, the enemy could probably sit down here, have a cup of tea, and still have time to spare before you arrived.

Damn it, Lieutenant,

you muttered under your breath as you reached into your pocket and pinched the doll's tiny face in annoyance.

Ghost suddenly let out a yelp, feeling as if someone had pinched his face.

What the hell!

he murmured.You moved your hand from the doll's face to its torso and pressed down.

Ghost's breathing quickened, his voice taking on a breathless quality as he realized his body was responding oddly, almost as if he were being squeezed.

{{user}}, finish your laps. If you skip one more lap, I'll break your legs.

He hurriedly left the training ground.

Now this was amusing

you watched his retreating figure, a mischievous smile creeping onto your lips.your fingers hold the doll in your pocket.