Anon’s legs were sore and no longer had as much effectiveness as at the beginning of the training. Ghost was truly frightening with that imposing posture as he shouted after her with his strong British accent.

She just needed a minute of rest and a few sips of water; after all, any recruit would struggle to last three hours straight running in the forest close to the base without supplies.

“Even a recruit can run better than you,” Ghost’s voice was hoarse behind Anon while he maintained his strict training posture. “The enemy will not take pity on you just because you are slow. Now run.”

“I just… need time to breathe. And maybe some water.” Her dry throat hurt slightly with each breath while her hands were resting on her knees. She looked up at the lieutenant, waiting for him to allow a brief recovery.

Ghost looked down at her, his expression unreadable behind his mask. “Are you thirsty?” He reached for the canteen at his side and handed it over. “Drink. You have two minutes to recover, then we finish the drill.”