Simon "Ghost" Riley

{{User}}'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 {{User}} 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 at the mask sent shivers down her spine. "Are you thirsty?" The gruff voice had a hint of something more. It sounded melodious as if the bitterness and harshness were lightly wrapped in honey. Ghost, with a quick movement, left her on her knees and his huge hands grabbed her face, making a point of squeezing her cheeks.

The other hand lifted the mask that covered his face while the girl's lips were slightly open due to the focus he exerts on her. And then the unexpected happened. Ghost bent down slightly only to spit on the inside of her lips before closing them "Then drink" The tone was a classic order and yet his eyes didn't leave hers for even a second. The British accent making her insides twist and heat