The Only Honor (Based on Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare)

Chapter 3- Opening Up

"Keep your back straight, it'll help you down the road," Gideon was making more commands.

"And help with accuracy," Mitchell added quite a bit more gently.

I had learned to call Jack by his last name quickly. Gideon was always on my back....correcting me, annoying me. The only reason I didn't shut him up was because I knew it would all help me eventually.

Irons had let me "try out" in the Atlas crew. I knew it meant I had to prove myself to him. Nothing had given me the chance to do that yet. No missions, no workouts, training that he could see....nothing. So what would it take?

"We'll call it quits for today," Gideon decided.

"No," I blurted.

"Excuse me?" Gideon raised an eyebrow. "Last I knew, I give orders to you, lass, not the other way around."

"I'm just," I sighed, looking away from Gideon's stern gaze, "in a twist of emotions right now."

"Well learn to control it if you ever want to go on a mission," Gideon huffed and then left the indoor Exo suit training course.

"He's such an asshole," I muttered and Mitchell tried not to smile.

"He's just being hard on you so you're not soft," Mitchell helped me align to the wall to take off my Exo suit.

Clicking a button on my suit, I felt the suit release and connect to the wall. Mitchell closed up the doors to the "cabinet" it was stored in and then turned to me.

"Gideon had the training plans for today, but since he bailed, it's your choice."

I rubbed my left shoulder painfully. "Are we allowed to have drinks here? Cause I could really use one."

Chuckling, Mitchell nodded. "Come on."

It had been nonstop training and working out for three weeks. My muscles got tired, sore, and caused me pain. I had to work through it. I knew if I did it would pay off.

"Requests?" Mitchell asked once we reached his quarters.

"The strongest you got," I mumbled and sat down, sighing.

A knock on the door made me open my closed eyes and look towards it. Mitchell hollered a "come in" and then the door opened.

"Hey, Mitch-who's this?" a man with scruffy brown and blonde hair stopped a little ways inside the doorway.

"The newest recruit," Mitchell seemed to present me.

"Keona Davis," I stood up to shake the man's hand and he returned the shake with a smile.

"Just call me Joker."

Mitchell had obviously known Joker was coming, because he threw the newly met man a beer. Carefully handing me my drink, Mitchell sat in another chair instead of next to me on the couch. Joker took his spot on another chair.

"So why did you join Atlas?" Joker was gazing at me carefully.

"Well, I-

"Is Joker in here?" Gideon came through the door.

Always interrupting, I thought bitterly. Bastard.

"Right here Boss," Joker waved slightly.

"Having a drink without me?" Gideon walked up next to Mitchell and when he nodded, the British man hit his head. "You bastard."

I found it only slightly surprising that Gideon didn't apologize for interrupting me. The first time we had met, he had been polite, quickly making an apology for bursting in. Gideon seemed to hate me now....did he think I was some sort of threat? A distraction maybe?