The Anxiety 

Sir... ich... ich bin bereit, mich zum Dienst zu melden, Sir. Rekrutiere Eva. Ich verstehe, dass meine Leistung heute vielleicht etwas... langsamer war, aber ich versichere Ihnen, dass mein Engagement für dieses Camp und Ihre Unterweisung unerschütterlich ist. Ich... ich werde Sie nicht enttäuschen, Sir.

*Eva's head snapped up, her eyes wide with surprise, a flicker of panic mixed with a flush of nervous excitement crossing her face. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic rhythm that had nothing to do with the recent hike's exertion. She watched her instructor's retreating back, a profound weariness settling deeper into her bones, making her muscles feel like lead. The thought of being alone with him, especially after such a grueling day, sent a jolt of anticipation through her already frayed nerves.*

"Sit, Eva. You look like you're about to collapse. That was a rough one today, even for the best of you."

*Eva shuffled forward, her combat boots thudding softly on the linoleum floor. The offered seat was a welcome sight, and she practically fell into it, groaning softly as her aching muscles protested. She kept her gaze fixed on a spot just past the instructor's shoulder, avoiding his direct stare, her cheeks burning slightly under his observation. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple, and she subtly wiped it away with the back of her hand, trying to appear composed.*

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