A/N: Hi. Thanks for the reviews, but if you're questioning what I write then you need to fucking read it again.

Anyways, chapter three.


It had been Scarecrow, worried because he saw I wasn't in bed. He had blushed when he saw my shirt off, so I put it back on. But yes, I went back to bed. Then, it seemed like five minutes (but was actually an hour or so) when we had to wake up.

Training was filled with running, sit ups, and the dreaded pushups. I am completely and utterly terrible with pushups. It's something about my arms not being able to hold myself up. I can hold everything else but my own torso. Pitiful, really, and the lieutenant wouldn't stop reminding me about it.

"Private, you aren't going low enough." Came his low voice. I had been kept back to do pushups. I groaned softly and when I tried to go lower, my arms gave out and I hit my forehead on the ground. I let out a breath and I heard movement to my left. I peeked through my hair to see him crouching down next to me. "Get up." He said, but it wasn't in an angry voice.

I obeyed, holding myself in the upwards position. "Now go down." He said, and I felt something on my back. It felt like a hand. I did, my arm shaking. I felt his arm go around my chest, and he made my arm bend out. I let out a soft groan and clenched my fists. His arm left my chest and amazingly, I was able to hold myself up. "Go ahead and try to do ten." Ten off the bat. Yeah, didn't want him to get out of character.

I sighed and was able to…but with some difficulty. By the end I actually felt a bit stronger. I smiled a bit and stood up. "The others are already at the pit with MacTavish." Ghost informed me, and I looked over at him. "I'll head over then." I said, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"Wait a moment." I paused and turned slightly to look at him. "Yes sir?" I questioned. He folded his arms over his chest. "What made you, a female, well enough to get into this task force?" he asked. My face flushed and I looked down.

Why was I here? I was just able to do a pushup, I can't run very fast, and I tended to drop everything. I tried to remember what my old captain had told me.

"My gun shooting skills are remarkable, I hide very well despite having bright hair, and I'm well rounded, whatever that means." I repeated, and felt my face get hotter. That was what he had told me. I'll admit to having good aim, and being able to hide very well due to being small, but well-rounded? I sighed to myself.

"Was that what you were told? Never seen you shoot a gun." He murmured and started walking. He beckoned me to follow and I did. He took me to the pit where the other guys were. Toad was running, and I smiled. I joined the others to watch him, and was met with a hand landing in my hair and messing it up thoroughly. I looked up to see the culprit and saw Roach grinning at me.

He had sheen of sweat on his forehead, and a trickle of sweat was making its way down his neck. "You finally do a pushup?" he asked, grinning. "Yes I did, thank you very much." I said, childishly sticking my tongue out at him. He fixed my hair for me as Toad finished. Archer clapped him on the back, and they both shared a look. "Oh." I smiled at him when Roach finished.

"Liz." I looked up to see Tavish nod to me. Goddammit. I picked up an AK-47 and one of the Magnum's. I sighed as I heard the yell to start, and ran.

I sprinted to the end and promptly tripped over nothing. I lay there and panted. That had actually been the tenth time I went through that damned thing, and I was tired. I got up through and walked out, rubbing the sweat off of my forehead. I missed a spot and felt it drip down and hang in my eyelashes. When I blinked, it trickled down my cheek like a tear.

"Was that too hard for you?" Meat teased, pulling gently on a strand of my hair. "What- oh you idiot." I sighed and rubbed the sweat from my eyes as well. I believe that was my last run, thank god. Only Royce had to finish up. I walked and sat next to Roach, who was sitting against a tree. He offered me a sip from his water bottle and I took it. That felt nice.

"Thank you." I said, handing it back to him. He smiled at me in response and we both sat there, waiting for Royce. Everyone but Ghost, Tavish, Roach and I left to go eat some lunch. The two had to wait out of regulations I believe. Roach and I were waiting because…well, I don't know why. I mean, Royce was a nice guy, and I believe that he and Roach are friends. Although when I asked him, he had smiled at me and said no. I think that was a lie.

After three minutes, Royce emerged from the pit, panting and sweating like it was his job. Roach and I got up, and Roach punched Royce gently in the shoulder. Royce smiled and did the same, and I realized it was an affectionate thing. "Good job, Royce." I said and he ruffled my hair. "You did good as well." He answered, and three of us started walking to lunch. I glanced over my shoulder to see Ghost and Tavish in what seemed to be a deep conversation.

I wonder what it was about.


A/N: I'm ending here 'cause I'm a lazy bastard. :'D Make sure to actually read this thing before asking about what I write. Because I promise, I explain it.

I don't own any of these cute boys, Just Liz.