"Man-Eater" (Ghost X OC)

Hook Me

4/27/2012 6:30 A.M. 141 Base

Adaline's POV:

I awoke to the sound of my alarm going off beside my head. I throw my hand onto my clock to shut it off and grudgingly got out of bed. I decided that going on a run to start my long day of training would be a good warmup so I quickly jumped in the shower and threw on my leggings and jacket before putting on my running shoes. As I reach for my door, I hear light footsteps down the hall. 'Who the bloody hell is up this early beside me?' I slowly open my door and peak around my doorframe. No one seems to be around so I step out and make my way to the exit. This base is much larger than what I've gotten used to so I have to rely on my memory from yesterday in order to leave. I suppose my memory isn't as good as I remember because I instead found myself at the doors of what seems to be a gym. The sounds of faint grunts grab my attention and I peak inside. I'm instantly met with a shirtless Simon doing pull-ups facing away from me. 'Damn. He still looks good' I start to back away but only after I close the door I hear him stop and can only assume that he heard me so I walk away, not wanting to interrupt him. As I walk down the long dark halls my mind becomes clearer and I managed to find my way outside. I set off in a light jog to conserve my energy and let my body work for me. About 30 minutes going in circles around the large base, my mind start to wonder. 'Why does he still dislike me so? If only it didn't happen we wouldn't be in this mess and he'd behave. He's fucking unbelievable if he think he can go toe to toe with me, ungrateful brat. I made him into what he is. He should be thankful....right?' A hour goes by and I start to make my way back to the front door in silence. I was never one for music due the distracting nature of it and it dulls my senses to my surroundings, which is always unnecessarily dangerous. As I see the door from the distance I notice a figure sitting on the steps smoking a cigar.

"Price! Good morning." I exclaimed with excitement due to the adrenaline radiating through my body.

"Good morning Adaline. You excited for training this morning?" He asks with a smile

"I would be if I get to beat your British ass." A smirk written on my face as I speak.

"Not if I beat yours first." He starts but pauses to put out his cigar. "Come on, go get changed and meet me in the gym." I nod to him and walk away, leaving him behind. I find my room and put on my clothes for training. My outfit includes a tight black tank top, my black cargo pants, and my black military boots. I put my hair up to finish off and walk out the door, towards the gym.

As the gym doors open fully and I'm met with Gaz and Soap on a large mat in the middle, circling around each other like predators ready to strike. Gaz looks over and catches sight of me, Soap uses this opportunity to lunge at him and get him on his back. The man roughly puts his forearm against Gaz's throat and says "Dead" before standing up and put out a hand to him. I look around to examine the room and its entirety. It's a relatively large room with treadmills lining one wall and weights with benches lining the other. A decent sized training mat in the middle of the room. With training dummies in each corner and lockers along the back wall make the room feel smaller than it is. I walk to the corner of the room and wait for Price to officially start the training. A few more minutes passed by the time he comes in.

"Line Up." John says, his voice makes a booming sound across the room. The soldiers make a line in front of him. He nods to me as if asking me forward. I come up beside him wait for his instructions. "Today we will be focused on training close combat and knife skills. We will also be putting Captain Clarke up to the test with each of you and see if you can keep up. Good luck." he finishes off with a grim expression, but a sly smirk appears on his face once I look at him. I return with the same expression and walk towards the inside targets along the wall. "Soap will start us out then Gaz, Ghost you will go next," he says looking off into a dark corner where a dark figure emerges. 'I knew I felt eyes on me' I say in my head as John continues, "Clarke you will go last." I nod to him and watch the men throw. Soap is an average thrower just needs more confidence. Gaz made all shots but hesitates on each target. Next was Ghost, he made all targets perfectly but most of them was a little to the right, still lethal though. 'Good boy' I straighten up my back and walked to my mark. I took all my 3 knives in one hand and threw them at the same time. All making their mark in the targets heads, dead center. I turn and see Price giving me a satisfied smile, Gaz with eyes bulging out and Soaps mouth open. The second my eyes look at ghost he looks away and scoff while saying something under his breath that I can't quite hear. I shrug and we back and forth training for a couple hours, me and John both giving pointers where it was needed.