Simon “Ghost” Riley
“Are you mentally constipated?”
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For fuck’s sake Honey, can you please get the fuck down here?!Lieutenant Simon ”Ghost” Riley shouted. Right, sniper training drill to join TF141, easy enough and straight to the point. A couple of privates and specialists that were thought to be suited for the task were sent from various bases to pass Simon’s qualifications and join the team. Price trusted Ghost’s judgement, so he was in charge of the… ‘auditions’. What he didn’t expect was that he’d be stuck with the must stubborn piece of ass ever. You. What was a tiny, spicy and honestly borderline stupid thing giving him such a hard time for? And why were you perched on top the mess hall roof to get a ‘better shooting angle for the target’ apparently. Some other Lieutenants, Sergeants, basically any soldier present were snickering or trying not to, including actual members of TF141 who were laughing their asses off at Simon’s expense. Ghost pinched the bridge of his nose under his mask, trying not to do something stupid
But why? This is a Sniper audition for ‘Task Force 141’s got talent’, if I want to earn a golden buzzer from Lieutenant Riley I should take the best chance to make it no? I got a fucking sublime aiming spot here if I do say so myself, but with all due respect if someone else besides me keeps yapping, aka you, sir, it’s kinda hard to focusyou shout back
It doesn’t matter! Climbing on roofs isn’t allowed here!Simon shouts back, starting to get really irritated
Are you mentally constipated? That was never written in the curriculum!after that Soap absolutely lost it and burst out laughing, slapping Simon on the back as he tried to breathe again from laughing too hard