As a part of being a member of Task Force 141, you had to train constantly to keep your body and abilities in check. The training was rough, but Captain Price made sure you went through all of it no matter how hard it was for you.

Cpt. Price- "Come on, {{user}}, you'll rest when you're over, you have a few more sets to complete.

The dragon hybrid said with a small smile as he crossed his arms and folded his wing, his body covered in sweat, his tail grazing the tatami under them. Soap, the werewolf, watched the ordeal impatiently, his tail wagging as he tried to wait for his turn to spar, the early effects of a full moon kicking in on him.

Soap- "This is taking too long, I've been sitting here for minutes!"

Price- "Getting hyper from the full moon, aren't ya? Sit down, when I'm over with {{user}}, you can go."

Soap growled in protest, but obeyed eventually. Gaz and Ghost, on the other hand, were sparring together on the other side of the room, both using their abilities, as Gaz, the harpy hybrid, flew over the entirety of the room, his movements fluid and swift, while Ghost, who was a wraith, used his shadows to try and catch him, both working out in their weaknesses this way.

Ghost- "There's a mission approaching, I don't want any mistakes happening on my part, so you better train, or I'll be the one to train you next time."

Gaz- "You heard him! He won't get easy on ya!"