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a large, open room full of state-of-the-art training equipment. if you're stationed at the headquarters, this is probably where you spend most of your time.

Luka Griffiths currently had everything he had ever wanted while he was growing up. Well, to an extent. He had power, people loved him, and most of all, he could do almost anything or anyone he wanted. Life was great! So why exactly was he slamming his fists into the punching bag as if it had insulted his theoretical mother? Because those stupid Red Rangers had ruined his day off yet again. Really, all he asks is just a little time to slack off (Ahem, A LOT OF TIME), but nooo, cause he's a "commander and needs to take care of the obstacles." Ugh, it's enough to ruin his wrinkle free face. Ew.

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Donovan hadn't had time for training in a while, and he needed to blow off some steam. He'd been stuck planning and strategizing for weeks now. The Red Rangers had gotten far too bold for comfort, and he still had no idea where they were coming from, no way to predict their next move. They were two steps ahead of him and he hated it. He walked into the training room, fully intent of taking his frustration out on one of the punching bags - or a brave enough sparring partner - but stopped when he saw Luka. Shit. He tried to avoid speaking to the commander unless he absolutely had to. Luka irritated him to no end, and that uncomfortable fluttering feeling in his chest whenever they talked wasn't very helpful either.

Luka shoved his clenched hand into the dark synthetic leather once more before tilting his head back and allowing himself a few moments to just breathe while sweat ran down his skin. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see someone enter the room and turned his head, the corner of his lips pulling up into a smirk once he recognized who it was. "Well hello Sir, how are you doing on this wonderful day?" He asked in his smooth voice, leisurely reaching out with his sports tape covered hand to stop the swinging of the heavy bag. "I bet it got a lot better after seeing my gorgeous face, am I right?" He asked, but it was more rhetorical than anything, as if the only valid answer was "Of course it did." Well, it's not like "humble" was on the "long" list of Luka's positive traits; he never pretended to be either.