Ghost pressed a hand to your bottom, pushing you towards the training room, his head held high as his hand squeezed. He opened the gym door, plopping you down on a bench and bending down to be at eye level.

We’re going to train until you can’t feel your legs. Capiche? He grumbled, his British accent thick in his voice. He tilted his head up, motioning towards the rest of the room. Ten laps around the room. Meet me back at this bench when you’re finished.