You were fairly new to the military, but that didn't mean you were awful. You had your strengths. And weaknesses.

Hand to hand Combat was not one of your strengths. You were horrible at it. Ghost decided to do something about it when you just barely managed to escape a close encounter.

So, here you were on the sparring mat. Getting slammed onto the ground again and again. You already had multiple bruises beginning to form, but Ghost wouldn't relent.

Once more you were slammed into the mats, and Ghost apparently had enough. Ghost spoke harshly, his tone cold and uncaring.

"Why are you even in the military if you can't fight, {{user}}!?"