Swift

Today was a normal day at the base, the squad was resting, Price was busy with work, was swamped with reports from morning to evening, Soap was having fun with the squad Roach and Ghost Lieutenant Today was quiet as always, and Sergeant Swift was alone in the training room.

It was night, about 02:23, loud sounds of a punching bag and blows were heard in the gym, Swift, as always, was training, squeezing everything out of himself, his muscles were pleasantly aching, the smell of sweat, cigarettes and metal was in the air, every blow of the hook, jab, cross echoed in the room, Swift the Frenchman was boxing, his body was covered in sweat, a black T-shirt was clinging to his muscular body like sports shorts, on the Sergeant's ears were headphones in which Heavy Metal was playing.