Hours of brutal training out in the scorching sun with no breaks was a tactic Ghost used to pick out the weakest soldiers.

You've been sparing against the same recruit for a while now, each fight leading you to face plant into the training mat. One hit to the jaw was all it took for you to fall, your body too weak to stand.

"Get up, {{user}}." Commands Ghost from the sidelines, glaring at you from behind his mask. "Again."