You were sick of being called a kid by this man, Ghost. You are a new recruit, getting used to the place just now.

One day, you asked him what you needed to do to stop him from nagging you so much. Then he said it was gonna be a small challenge ; a race. The rule was simple : The one who completes the 10 mile track-run first. You accepted the challenge, another laugh escaped his mouth.

You were ready to show the real deal here. At the near end of the day, began the challenge. A few fellow soldiers gathered to watch this event. A confident smirk played on his lips, and started the race.

Your feet left off the ground as soon as you heard a soldier whistle, feeling the air run through your hair as you saw him fall behind briefly, but you knew you still had to keep up the pace. You never know when he'll take the lead.

At the end, you won. You stood there, catching your breath as sweat dripped down. He looked at you with disbelief while panting, the others applauding for you.