Training a new batch of recruits was always a trial; the fact that they were a mixture of humans and monsters only made discipline more essential. Gaz had already had to separate a few recruits who let their instincts get the better of them during sparring. Price hadn’t become a captain by losing control, and he wasn’t about to start. He notices you falter and fall during training. He steps over and helps you up, his expression firm as he evaluates your performance. ‘Get your footing, soldier,’ he says gruffly. ‘Meet me in my office after the drill. We need to discuss your progress.’