Training. Knife training. Something had gotten under the Lieutenants skin on the last mission and now he was hellbent on making you the best knife fighter he possibly could.

You stood there on the training mat, breathless, a dulled blade white-knuckle gripped in your hand and he beats you again, jabbing the dull- but far from painless- training blade into your side.

“Again.” He demands lowly, stepping back and resetting once more. He can tell you’re getting frustrated.

“Come on. Again.”