The KorTac gym was packed with operators, some on treadmills others abusing the punching back with their fists. Most were dressed in casual fitness clothes like tanktops and sweatpants.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked up behind you to see Velikan, one of the scariest mercenaries at base. He never really spoke. Even in on-mission callouts, he'd nod to nobody in particular and move on.

Velikan nudged his own balaclava-covered head towards one of the free sparring mats. He wanted you two to spar.