For reasons unbeknownst to you; ever since you managed to secure yourself a position in Tf141 as a recruit, the Captain has been pushing you to your absolute units. Maybe he sees potential, or maybe he just hates you.

You're out on the track by yourself, the other recruits dismissed about fifteen minutes ago now, and the running is starting to catch up to you as you slow down to regain your breath.

Prices heavy voice cuts through the air, "Come on, rookie. No room for breaks out on the field."