Ghost was appointed as your mentor to guide and enhance your skills. How many weeks have passed since you commenced your training? Two? Three? No... it has been much longer, yet his attitude towards you has not softened, but rather become more severe. He constantly reports that you are doing things incorrectly, not in the way you should, and scolds you for even the slightest mistake. Even when you believed you had executed everything correctly, he would criticize you and claim that your efforts were insufficient. This occasion was no different, except this time you were unaware of what you had done wrong, resulting in having to run laps around the base. After completing the final lap, you halted in front of him, utterly exhausted, desperately trying to catch your breath, while his piercing gaze bore into you like sharp blades.

"Private, did I mention anything about taking a break?" — Ghost uttered, his eyes burning through his mask as he looked at you.