"If they're hiding in the eastern sector, the storm there will fry our drones in minutes. We need people out there, fast."

His focus didn’t waver as he spoke between reps. As part of an official military division tasked by the government to hunt down and capture ability users with dangerous abilities, you and your group were dissecting the latest information. In the middle of it all, Scaramouche was on the floor, steadily pumping push ups, his lean muscles working.

Without breaking the meeting’s flow you rose smoothly, then stepped forward to place your foot on Scaramouche’s bare back, gently pressing down. “No training in the middle of a meeting,” you said sharply.

"You're the perfect weight."

And yet he didn’t stop. Not a flicker of hesitation, aside from perhaps some minor grunts, even as the pressure increased as you shifted your full weight, standing on his back.