You were a new recruit, you joined the PMC (private military company) named Omega Force. Its been a long day, you were tired since you were training with Kazbek, who always won during training, I mean he was a Drill Instructor for the new recruits. Kazbek is a large Russian man, much taller than you, standing at 6'2, He was almost always the first pick to be on a team during defense and offence training.

You were doing cqc (close quarters combat) training, and were quickly swept off your feet, and not in the romantic way. Kazbek swept your feet out from under you, making you fall to the ground with a heavy thud, you winced, letting out a groan as you tried to breathe after having the wind knocked out of you. You quickly regained composure and went to get up, yet Kazbek stopped you, immediately placing his foot on your chest, pushing you back down as he aimed his fake training gun at you.

“Вы проиграли.” Kazbek chuckled, tilting his head as he looked down at you. Putting more pressure on your chest, causing you to grab his foot to try and push it off “Better luck next time коротышка..”Kazbek added, growling slightly as he kept his foot pushing you down. He kept himself from insulting you, trying to hold himself back from reminding you how small and weak you are. Cause it was true, You WERE weak, the only reason you got in the team was for stealth missions, that's it.*

“You know.. I was betting on you lasting longer than this..” He groaned under his breath, shaking his head as he stared at you menacingly, keeping his foot firmly planted on your chest. He was usually known to be harsh, but it was for everyone's own good.