13. Weapon of Choice - BRMC

Age: 18

It had been a long day. The training had been almost non-stop. Ellie was tough. The older blonde reminded him of Kensi, whom he supposed was his last trainer. But Ellie was more of a handler. This was hand-to-hand combat and the sparring was intense.

The Blonde was tough and her orders were in Russian, just Russian. Max had to learn, Fluently. “What’s wrong with your footwork? You’re unarmed, use the right stance.” Max growled. “I don’t plan on being unarmed.” Ellie smirked and raised an eyebrow. “What’s your weapon of choice?” Max liked her and her smirk. “A bow.”