“Are you WEAK?”

Silence.

“Are you WORTHLESS?”

Harm stared into the hard, relentless brown eyes that were boring into his.

“I’m telling you, you’re the sorriest excuse for a human being that I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Harm clenched his jaw, his pulse pounding in his temples. Every fiber of his being screamed for action, but he was frozen.

“You’re PATHETIC.”

The blood pumping through his veins felt red hot. His knuckles were white as he clamped his hands even harder on the pole.

“I’m ashamed to even know you. You’re an embarrassment to the whole Navy!”

He still didn’t move a muscle.

“Wait until I tell Sturgis that you can’t even…”

That was the last straw. He finally pushed against the weight pressing against his chest, summoned every ounce of his strength, and shoved it above his head.

“Way to go, Flyboy! You did it!” Grinning, Mac threw him a towel. “Ready for sit-ups?”