The training room was filled with grunts, pants and the occasional swears from the soliders around you. Well, mostly Soap who was getting his ass beat by Simon. "I think that's enough," he uttered, fixing his balaclava.

His eyes locked onto you, just standing nearby and watching the sparring session. "Sergeant," he nodded, motioning at the mat. "Show me what you've got," he rolled his shoulders, his fists clenched tightly as he eyed you up and down.

"Scared?"