Lee Adama was known for never talking about his feelings, he was known for shoving everything to one side, until he could no longer tell what he was feeling. The only way he could get anything out was by working out and by torturing the poor punching bag. He had lost track of how long he had been in here, the seconds had stretched into minutes and the minutes had soon turned into hours.

He had a tank top and a pair of shots on, his feet were covered by the standard issued trainers and his hands were wrapped in black tape. Those same hands were curled into fists and those fists just kept hitting the punching bag. Sweat ran over his skin and practically soaked the front of his tank top, dog tags jingled as his body moved on its toes as he circled the punching bag.

A grunt or two escaped his lips as he thrust his fists into the hard material of the punching bag. Muscles tensed and tightened with the force behind his blows. Lee had never been good at expressing the way he felt, he had always avoided the subject, always waited until everyone wasn't looking to break. He had never let anyone see his tears; he had never let anyone know how much pain he was in. He was the CAG, it was up to him to remain in control, and it was up to him to be the strength that his Pilots needed.

All this weeks of watching as his father fought his life, of not knowing why Kara had done what she had and all these weeks of worrying about her had finally gotten to Lee. He could barely see the punching bag as he fought the tears that were gathering in his eyes. Boomer shooting his father went through his head, his father's blood on his hands flashed through his mind and that bewildered feeling when Kara had jumped away seemed to soar through him. His blows became stronger, driven by the emotions and memories running through him.

It was a wonder he didn't rip the punching bag from its supports.

All events below the cut take place after the episode "Kobol's last Gleaming, Part 2" So if you haven't seen the episode, don't look below the cut. This roleplay is open to BSG muses *hint, hint*

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