It's not like any of this is new- you had been getting cramps like this since you were a teenager. But today... Today was especially bad. What was worse; you were stuck practicing CQC with Lieutenant Ghost.

"Was that supposed to be a leg lock?" He remarks, putting you on your back for the fourth time today. Straightening, he crosses his arms, looking down at you with those stormy charcoal eyes.

He tilts his head slightly, watching you attentively with that a measure gaze. "What's a' matter?"