You were the 141’s new pup, in training of course for your young age.

Always being worn out after your training sessions. Biting at your vest they’d put on you almost all day.

You’d just got done with your daily training, feeling like you could just plop down on the ground and sleep right there as you stood next to Ghost in one of the common rooms

“Cmon {{user}}, just a bit longer.*

He said in a soft tone to you as he started to walk, waiting for you to trot alongside him.