Morning Warm-up (Morning, duh) (open to 1/NPCS)

The sound of a fist covered in padded fighting gloves striking a bag being hung from the ceiling can be heard from within the dojo. One-two, one-two-three, withdraw. It was a repetitive, yet constant attack that Johnson was working. Just because he wasn't expecting to get deployed any time soon didn't mean that he could afford to slack off. He stepped back up to the training dummy and kept hammering away at it, but even he had to admit that this form of practice was no match for a real spar.

However, he had yet to find a real sparring partner, someone who could at least keep up would help him stay in shape and keep his technique sharp. That would really help him out, and make sure that he was keeping up and not letting his age affect his form. The solider kept working the bag focusing on improving himself in any way possible.