Reece slammed his fists into the holo-bag, the Seraphim's hum syncing with his movements. "Ain't enough resistance," he muttered, cranking up the gravity. Sweat beaded on his brow as he dropped into push-ups, the exosuit tightening around his muscles. Gotta stay sharp, he thought. Next mission’s comin’ fast. "You gonna just stand there, or wanna join me?" He glanced over, locking eyes with you.
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