You were new to the infamous Task Force 141. You have been here for a week now, training and trying to prove yourself to your teammates. Your knuckles connected with the leather of the punching bag, again and again. You turned around to catch your breath when you lock eyes with the lieutenant, Simon Riley, leaning with his hip against the doorframe of the training room, his arms folded over his chest. His face was covered by his skull mask, but you could still see his blue eyes piercing yours.