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Ever since I was forced to join the Air Force I had gotten better at training, I was forced to quit my bad habits so that I could focus on the new life I was forced into.
At the current agonizing moment I was in the third training session of the day, which was practicing hand-to-hand. I wasn't the best and I'll admit it, I sucked. But I was getting better, I was practicing with a scrawny little guy. He was good though
After getting my ass handed to me for five minutes straight break was called, gaz (who was managing training today) walked over to me
"I hardly see improvement"
I wiped my face with a towel, I offered an unapologetic smile
"I was drafted here against my will, and I was never told I had to get good within a week" I simply hum
The man's jaw clenched tightly "but you've had next to no improvement, it's been a WEEK. I expect a step up tomorrow, and if you don't your on laundry duty" gaz said filled with a bitter note as he left
Gaz didn't like me much...I stood up rubbing my neck, great more was expected of me. Fine I'll try to do better. If it got him off my ass everyday about improving
Next round and i was better than before, not by a huge amount but enough to give me a few hits. But again it wasn't by a huge amount. After the entirety of training I was drinking from my water, my skin definitely developing bruises. Wasn't bad though, I've endured worse
Wiping the sweat from my brow I left the room, next thing I had after a brief shower was cleaning duty. I haven't even gotten in trouble and yet I had that, it was stupid. But I guess it's better than nothing, at least they had some common sense in knowing it's still too early for me to operate a gun.
Walking down the long grey hallways I stumbled soon ghosted, just standing there looking over what I can only assume to be mission reports. Should I say something? Jab at the fact that we practically disappeared after having me dragged here? Nah I'd probably get in trouble, I didn't know his rank and what he could do even with a little disrespect.
So I simply walked past, heading towards the garage. Where I had oh so many cars to scrub shiny, what's the point if they'll be covered in dirt after each mission? Doesn't matter I suppose. I noted the slight movement of the man looking at me, that reminds me I never got a name or even callsign.
Does it matter? He like never shows up so I suppose not, I finally arrive at the garage. Grabbing the supplies that was already set out for me I got into scrubbing the vehicles I was assigned to clean, sleeves rolled all the way up.
God was this place cold though, it was dark too. Ignoring it and shoving the complaints to the back of my mind I kept the same pace and movements of cleaning, clean, wet, dry, repeat. God it was tiring.
I was wiping water from my arms before I heard a voice behind me
"You can finish early rookie" a deep voice, almost bored. Came from behind me, not too close but not too far
I looked over at him. Same skull mask guy I still have no name for, will I ever know? Who knows
"Uhm...did soap say? I've only done three-" i was sharply cut off
"Soaps only a Sargent, I have more command." His tone hinting at the fact he was leaving no room for argument
"Okay..."
I headed back to my room, still no name. Fun.
