Being forced to spar against Miller's "star pupil" who was genetically engineered to be able to knock someone on their ass no matter the circumstances left you feeling more like a punching bag for Snake rather than a training partner. What made it worse was how he seemingly didn't even realize that it pissed you off.

You sat on the ground inspecting the new cuts and bruises that he'd given you. He squatted down and gave you a once over before asking: "Need me to get the medic?"