Rogue's Touch - Simon Ghost Riley (Call Of Duty)

Shattered

"We danced on the edge of destruction, our words sharp as daggers, yet beneath the surface, there was a fire burning, a passion that refused to be extinguished."

As the alarm beeped, piercing through the silence of the dawn, I groggily opened my eyes. 6 o'clock, the digital numbers glared at me from the bedside clock. Outside, the world was already stirring, with the faint symphony of chirping birds mingling with the distant clamor of the military base.

Throwing off my comforter, I swung my legs out of bed. The day had already begun, and I had a routine to follow. First stop: the gym. But before that, there was the matter of retrieving my belongings from my apartment.

In the bathroom, the cold water splashed against my face, jolting me awake. Toothpaste foam bubbled as I vigorously brushed my teeth. Stripping off my shirt, I exchanged it for a snug sports bra, the fabric hugging my skin. Sweatpants gave way to sleek gym leggings, a familiar ritual of preparation and I slid into the comfy slippers I was provided with.

As I tied my unruly hair into a messy bun, uncertainty flickered in my mind. What was the dress code here? Unlike the familiar confines of the CIA gym, this was uncharted territory. But there was no time to dwell on it. Water bottle and towel slung over my shoulders, I stepped outside, ready to face whatever awaited me within those gym walls.

Navigating through the unfamiliar corridors of the building, I made my way downstairs, the rhythm of my footsteps echoing in the quiet halls. Stepping out of Building A, I was greeted by a stream of rookie soldiers, their uniforms crisp and demeanor eager.

"Excuse me! Can you tell me where the gym is?" I called out to a passing girl, her uniform marked with the same insignia of fresh recruits.

"To the right, ma'am. Let me take you there," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of helpfulness as she gestured towards the direction.

As we walked side by side, I seized the opportunity to strike up a conversation. "What's your name, by the way? Are you new here?" I inquired, curiosity piqued.

"Name's Sophie, and yes, I'm a rookie here," she answered with a warm smile. "What's your name, by the way?" she returned the question.

"Second Lieutenant Dr. Ash Harrison," I introduced myself, the weight of my new rank still settling in.

"Second Lieutenant... I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't know you were-" Sophie began, but I quickly interjected.

"It's okay. I'm new here too. Nobody knows me except Task Force 141," I reassured her with a smile, masking the uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface.

"I got shifted here from CIA." I said.

"Wow! CIA. You must possess great skills." She admired.

"Yeah, I've had my fair share of experiences," I replied modestly, acknowledging the admiration in Sophie's eyes. "But hey, everyone starts somewhere. With dedication and training, you'll get there too," I encouraged her with a smile.

"Thanks, ma'am. I'll keep that in mind," Sophie said gratefully as we reached the imposing structure of the gym building.

"Here you go, ma'am," she pointed towards the glass door, her gesture marking the end of our brief encounter.

"Thanks, Rookie. See you around," I waved her goodbye.

With a final nod, Sophie went on her way.

As I stepped into the gym, the atmosphere felt charged with anticipation, and I couldn't shake the feeling of being under scrutiny. All eyes seemed to gravitate towards me, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of my attire, perhaps a tad too revealing for the conservative environment of a military base.