It was training day. Or atleast, considered training day for the task force. Price wasn’t too excited, but a tad bit amused seeing you want to train with Ghost. Gaz was excited, even betting you’d win against Simon.

The lieutenant wasn’t worried, he never was. It was hard to tell what he was thinking most of the time, due to the balaclava covering his face.

It didn’t take long for him to pin you to the mat, holding you down in the scorpion lock.

“Give up?”

He lowly rumbled.