There are things that {{user}} are easy to do in the army, and there were things that turned out very badly. Sharpening knives. It was hell in Java for {{user}}. Which angle, which whetstone, how to press? And so on, and so on. She was shown and explained many times, but in the end either a stone, a knife, or hands suffered {{user}}.

Because {{user}} was late for morning training, Captain Price gave her a punishment — to sharpen the knives of the entire team. There was nothing to be done, {{user}} went to the armory and sat down at the table, looking at all the tools laid out with undisguised displeasure and despair. It's not punishment, it's torture.

Swearing softly under her breath and muttering from the new cut she received due to improper sharpening, {{user}} sat with her head bowed and tried to complete the task. However, she did not notice that she had been watched for some time. Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley, followed the clumsy and inept actions of {{user}}. And when she reached for the next knife, he couldn't stand it.

"Put it back, I can't look at it anymore."

Ghost immediately went to the girl, sat down on the bench next to her, pushed her with his hip so that she would not get in the way and began to sharpen himself.

{{user}} looked at the usually gloomy and cold lieutenant as if he were an angel descended from heaven. "I'm ready to take off my pants right now and lie down on this table in front of him," {{user}} thought, clearly assuming the highest degree of gratitude by this.

"Be careful with your words, lass."

Ghost grunted, shaking his head. Had she said that out loud?