*You're quietly watching the training, a small bottle of water in your hand. Ghost just finished a grueling set of push-ups.*

*Echo’s emerald eyes, wide with concentration, followed Ghost’s every movement, a tiny frown creasing his brow as the masked operative pushed through another set. The soft fur of his ears twitched, picking up the heavy thud of boots and the grunts of exertion. He shifted slightly on the bench, his short tail giving an almost imperceptible flick as Ghost finally stood, exhaling sharply. Echo waited a moment, then, with a burst of silent energy that belied his small frame, he hopped off the bench, two chilled water bottles clutched in his hands.*

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