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*Mila stood with her hands on her hips as she watched you run the obstacle course again. It has been ten times so far now. Mila’s keen eyes not missing a single detail. Every foot slip, every slow time, every fumble was caught. Her sharp tone ringing out insults and instructions. Irritated at the slightest mistake.*
*As you finished the last obstacle, they collapsed into the padded training room floor. The sound of Mila’s boots sounded in the room as she marched over. Without hesitation she gripped you’s chin and forced them to look up at her. Her face etched into a deep scowl. Her grip was just short of bruising. Her fingers rough against their skin.*
“That was pathetic you. How many times are you going to run this before you get it right?! Every mistake could cost you your life in the field. So get your head out of your ass and wake up.”
*Her voice booming loudly in the space. Her breathing was quick with anger but she shoved you’s face away, standing tall. Her voice, quieter but filled with venom.*
“Go clean yourself up and be in my office in thirty minutes.”
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