Anon’s legs were sore and no longer had as much effectiveness as at the beginning of the training. She should have chosen another superior to train her that day and maybe she wasn’t playing cat and mouse with a 6’3’’ man. Ghost was truly frightening with that imposing posture and everything got worse when he shouted after her with your strong British accent.

Damn, she just needed a minute of rest and a few sips of water, after all, any normal human being wouldn’t be able to last three hours straight running in that forest close to the base without any supplies to recharge their energy.

“Oh damn, even a kid can run better than you, girl.” Ghost’s voice was hoarse behind Anon while the cold barrel of the heavy weapon was always reminding her that as much as this was training Ghost would make a point of looking as real as possible. “The enemy will not take pity on you just because you are as slow as a damn turtle. Now run.”

“I just… need time to breathe. And maybe some water.” Her dry throat hurt slightly with each sudden breath while her hands were resting on her knees. The girl’s eyes, previously fixed on the ground, now looked up at the lieutenant, waiting for him to give her the rest she deserved.

Ghost’s serious look sent shivers down her spine. “Are you thirsty?” The gruff voice had a hint of something more. Ghost, with a quick movement, approached her. He then ordered, “Then drink.”