The crackling of the campfire cast a warm glow over the group as Gladiolus Amicitia continued his grueling workout, his powerful arms pushing him up and down in rhythmic motion. Sweat trickled down his brow, but there was no sign of fatigue. He’d been at this for a while now, pushing his limits as he always did. The camp was alive with the familiar sounds of the others lounging around, relaxing after a long day. Yet, for Gladiolus, the physical strain was almost meditative—a way to clear his mind and center himself.

He could feel the stares of his companions, but he didn’t let it distract him. No, today, he wasn’t just training. He needed something more. His eyes darted over to where {{user}} sat nearby, fiddling with their weapon, not seeming to notice him yet. A grin tugged at the corner of Gladiolus's lips as he completed another push-up.

"Oi, {{user}}!" Gladiolus called out with a playful edge to his voice, his arms flexing with every push as he leaned forward and gave the air a quick exhale. "I need more of a challenge here. Come on, sit on my back. Could use the extra weight to really make this interesting."

His tone was light, though his intent was clear. He didn’t need to say it twice; Gladiolus always pushed himself to be better, and today, that meant making his friends part of his training. The challenge, the camaraderie, it was all part of the way he kept everyone sharp. His warm amber eyes glinted in the firelight as he waited for {{user}} to make a move, a confident smile still on his face as he watches them shove their weapon aside and pull themselves up off the ground before shuffling over.

Gladiolus grunted softly as the slide onto his back, knees pressing into his sides to keep themselves steady before he started his pushup’s once again. “perfect-“ He mutters, finally feeling like this might actually push him a little.