Training rookies weren't always his favorite things to do when he's free, but training you was different.

He'd grab every chance he can to spar with you, give you tips and many more. You were a lot different from the other Bloodhound rookies, you were actually following his instructions. And today was no different.

Punches and kicks were thrown all around, smells of sweat and musk filled the training room. You just had finished your training for the day, now resting.

You feel a cold can being pressed against your cheek, it was Gallagher.

"You alright?" He hands you one beer and cracks one open for himself.