Natalie nodded, chuckling as she smirked to him, brushing some of her golden blonde hair aside, relishing him in moments like this. God, it was like there was nobody else quite like Victor, and Natalie had to adore him for that.  
"Me too. I'll debrief him, then go do some weights. Figure like mine doesn't preserve itself. Oh, and you better be back for...you know..." Natalie chuckled, as she nodded to him, letting him go as he was going to surely raise hell for the recruits on their march.

Looking on, she watched him take the course, watching the stopwatch. She didn't commentate. She just let him tackle the course, and get on with it the best that he could. And he was doing better. Moving faster and faster. Using his body and thinking it through, he wasn't going to roll with the strike teams, but the way he approached it was methodical, thoughtful, not brash and physical. It was as if it was the world seen in one eye, and yet it was far more than enough to visualise, understand and develop a knowledge of a killhouse environment, that would no doubt be reflected in other ops. He was seeing how it would pan out, and no doubt, growing his sense of pushing on. Natalie made sure of that. He was going to succeed, and Natalie had pushed him that far now.

Watching as he slotted the final target, she whistled, nodding almost to her own self. 59.8 seconds. That...was good enough.
"Good! You're within the time.....that's enough for now, Specialist. Head to barracks, and get some rest. You'll be required at 0990 hours, tomorrow morning for further training. Looks like we can make an operator of you yet!" She yelled, smirking from the top of the metal platform, letting him leave. Herself, she headed down, and was aware that she had nothing else on.

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Well, that was apart from pumping a pretty ridiculously sized kettlebell over her head, her new favourite little tool. Something to help her arms get used to the forces of the armour and grapple hook, this was something that she enjoyed, Natalie hurling it upward again, holding it like Athena would the weight of a shield, only as if it was about 100kg and made of solid fucking lead. She threw it down, making sure not to hit the floor directly, a crack in the ground making it clear what had happened last time. She sweated buckets, continuing on with the kettlebells, alternating arms, holding her arm high and for as long as she could, almost 30 seconds at time, just to make sure her arm didn't seize. It was a hardcore gym in here, and upping it to the barrels was often a fun pastime, something that she was never going to be as good as Victor at, but she had a go anyway, and sometimes threw him off his game. She was tough as hell, make no mistake, and knew that it was very, very difficult to stop someone like her. Many thoughts sat in her mind, the Russian mulling over the last few months. She'd nearly died, in fact, she had been very dead, sitting in a weird place, it didn't make sense at all but she had been there, and that was all that was certain in fact. But with a piece of metal sticking out of her chest, the scar still visible, it felt weird to know that she was still fighting, still able to recover. 

The doctors had told her she made a remarkable recovery, like it was something in her blood to recover from. She recalled when Victor had been shot in Brussels, he had healed rather fast. They weren't supersoldiers, but dammit, knowing they could take a beating felt strange, it felt like her body was a weapon and in combat, it often was. Maybe it was proportion, maybe it was luck, maybe it was just being conditioned to be a fucking badass. The Franco-Russian did not know. Natalie was fully aware that it was what they had become to Blue Sword, physical manifestations, more expensive than a minigun or armour, because they were the people that destroyed things with very little, an enormous force multiplier to open up combat. And whatever was gonna try and hit them next, Natalie was certain, were not going to get an inch of her sympathy. Natalie moaned, in pain, finishing the routine, releasing a very Slavic roar, that was going to beat the soundproofing in here, letting out a blast from her rear to complement. 

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The evening had settled at last, and it was late now, as Natalie headed into the barracks, namely, their own suite. Natalie had gone to a lot of effort to make this place cosy, and whilst small, it was was soundproofed, and difficult to intrude into. Because well, sometimes, they had some fun times in here, she giggled to herself, as she sat on the bed. Dropping the rest of her uniform, she slid her MP412 under a panel of wood in the bedside drawer, going down to nothing but her undergarnments from her PT kit, a tasteful black sports bra tightly containing her impressively sized breasts, and a simple pair of underwear to complement. The Russian tattoo could be seen better across her shoulder, and her muscle was impressive, you couldn't deny, this was a woman who looked like she could very much punch through a wall. She had to be probably one of the toughest in the world, no doubt with shoulders like treetrunks, and legs the same, albeit with a feminine charm, curvaceous and proportional, like being a peak athlete, albeit far larger and more...chiseled. She wondered if Victor would potentially be fine with her having something of a small tattoo to cover the scar, albeit the fact that it was right above her giant's puppies, as Victor would affectionately know them, would probably have to make it low key. It had been a long day, like many other, but she had a fiancee to impress, and sometimes, she liked to be a little more flirty, a little silly and a rare chance to just enjoy it all.

Hearing the door turn, she sat up, letting her hair go long, spreading her enormous legs across the emperor-sized bed, made to accommodate two giants no less, seeing Victor enter.
"Hello, gorgeous. It looks like it's been a long day for both of us. Well....let me start." With a flick of her finger, and whatever it had been she had set up, her bra dropped away from her breasts, as she stretched her body forward on her hind, waggling her finger at Victor.

([url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbsBEb1ZxWA[/url] A little OST....)