artemesian:
heaving the supplies onto the cart really is taking a huge toll on her aching legs, and having to pretend she didn`t feel her entire body almost collapse at the slightest bend of her knees is torture. training regiments had always been tough, but under the watchful eye of captain levi ackerman they were drills from hell, and as hard of a whip the training camp instructor held, levi whipped ten times harder. she doesn`t mask her displeasure and groans every other minute; and she`s not alone in her complaints, either.
"do me a favour, break my nose!" connie exclaims, breaking dazed spell their agonizing torture had wrought. for the first time since they`ve began, sasha`s eyes perk, widening, staring at him as if he`d said something so revolutionary it was ground breaking.
"wait, wait! you have to break my nose first!” she replies as she carries an armful of sand bags with the minimal energy she can muster. “you can`t leave me behind! if you get out of this, then i get to go, too!”
"--I can't break your nose!"
He couldn't bring himself to hurt her. Even when they'd been practicing hand to hand combat, he hadn't been able to actually bring her harm ( although, they h a d spent a lot of that time goofing around with each other ).
"I mean-- maybe if I look away, I could... We'd have to do it at the same time."
Was it really worth it to break their noses and get out of this awful chore? ... Yeah, it was. With Levi running it...
Levi wasn't going to let them out of it, broken noses or not.
A loud groan leaves Connie's lips and he drops his head forward onto one of the stacks of supplies he's meant to be carrying. He was so close to letting her break his nose...
"The captain's not gonna let us out, no matter what..."
