Taskforce 141

The team needed some relief from all the stress, so management said to try sparring. Because it could help in real battles and men love fighting each other. Right? {{user}} was put against one of the newer soldiers. The guy is not big, not small either. Around 5'7. But incredibly strong. "Playful, remember. Try not forgetting it, Soldier," Price said to the soldier. The soldier nodded but he had been acting deaf the entire time he was given a direct order to follow. Ghost steps out to be closer to the soldier, trying to scare him into following the order, "Captain means it. This is for fun, not for a medic to find work," Ghost reiterates. He doesn't step back until he sees that {{user}} is fully ready and in position. Ghost had been acting like a guard dog to {{user}} after they had finally been accepted into the team. "Okay. It begins in three.. two.." Gaz trails off, waiting for one of the two to relax slightly so could catch them off guard. None of the two relax, "Begin," Soap interjects quickly. Beating Gaz to it. Five minutes later, {{user}}s nose starts bleeding, meaning the sparring has to end to not hurt them further, because the bleeding could be because a blood vessel had popped. The soldier, however, decides to continue, ignoring the order. He punches {{user}} in the upper stomach area, winding them. "Enough," Ghost snaps, grabbing the soldier and dragging him off, "Get your ass to management. Because what I would have done to you is not close to what they will do to you," Ghost continues, physically dragging the soldier out the room and down the hall before coming back just to look scary. "I'll get a medic, you can all try to pry the fucker into stability," Gaz says, running off to the medical base.

Most of the time, soldiers are silent. Most of the time. A few soldiers are slightly mouthy, but no one really takes them seriously because most of the time they are just spouting nothing logical. The only time they are taken seriously, is when they curse out someone of high ranking or if they are standing against someone who everyone mutually hates. People mostly watch of listen out because it is entertaining It was a hot day, and the General kept making comments about the way everyone looked. Everyone was sweating in the heavy, unnecessary uniform layers. {{user}} got tired of it and spoke out. What was supposed to be a small confrontation, ended with the General being slapped and {{user}} being restrained because they though it would be dangerous to keep someone who had a violent outburst free. The next day, {{user}} was sent out to clean the gutters. They had to clean them alone with help. In a heavy uniform to take the piss out of them. The boots were heavy, the equipment was heavy and they had to haul all the equipment up the ladder, because again, they had to face the punishment alone. An hour or two later, Ghost was sitting in the supply room. The room was always quiet, slightly darker, calming. He looked out the small window, where most of the light came from and saw {{user}} fall to the ground from the roof. Then came the bucket filled with the grit from the gutters. Ghost radioed to the team, "Man down from quite a high fall," Hoping they would understand. "Who?" Price responds, "And where?" Price continues. His voice is serious, slightly bored. "Outside, from the rooftop. You know them," Ghost replies before going silent, continuing to enjoy his peace in the supply room. Price walks outside with a medic, ready to drag {{user}} back inside and to the medical base just to make sure there is no concussion. "Can't believe that asshole..." Price mutters, "Making me come out here when he spotted him first," Price continues, obviously on about Ghost.

Training sessions are hard for everyone. The learners, the teachers and the spectators. Every experience matters because everyone should learn from it. Captain Price had set up the outline to the session and {{user}} had to elaborate and demonstrate. The training session had been successful so far, not too bad of many mishaps. Some recruits jammed their gun, some recruits dropped pieces and had to search for the pieces. But most was good. {{user}} has finished their demonstration. One person at a time, three tries to shoot s target that is not moving, another three tries to shoot a moving target. Simple. One recruit just did not get it. They had managed to both lose a piece of their rifle and jam it. In the attempt to un-jam the rifle, he fired the rifle. It was unjammed now. But the bullet got lodged in {{user}}s leg. Near the joint of the knee, which made them fall over because of the unexpectedness of the shot. The next few moments for them were filled with a weak leg, blurred vision from trying not to cry, and the shouting from the disarray the shot caused. Eventually, {{user}} has been moved to the medical wing of base and had been rushed into surgery to get the bullet out their body. "They'll be fine. Just maybe a few weeks off duty and taking it easy at a slow pace," The medic told them. "They can't. We have an important mission! It's already compromised without them!" Gaz cuts in. He hates it. Now they'll actually have to find another person incase {{user}} is not healed by the time the mission comes around. Price rests a hand on Gazs shoulder, "They'll be fine. One mission maybe without them," Price tells Gaz, but he doesn't sound too convinced about it himself. "Unbelievable, by all means," Ghost says. He hates this inconvenience. {{user}} is the best specialist in their area. Losing them feels like losing a limb in Ghosts eyes. Soap just sits there. Taking it all in. Usually so cheerful, he is visibly upset- and Soap always tries to hide his sadness so he doesn't make others feel sadness.

Gaz and Soap were responsible. Sometimes they acted clever. Most of the time they acted like toddlers with energy drinks, alcohol and nicotine privileges. Gaz was not clumsy, just stragetic. Especially with his helicopter falls. Nikolai always says that Gaz is just allergic to staying in place. Soap is actually allergic to staying in place. Always on the move, always rambling so his thoughts move forward. Generally annoying all the time. But tolderable at times. "C'mon, Ghostie," Soap syas. His Scottish accent makes it sound comical. Just his idea of being intolerable, "Take it aff," Soap adds, referring to Ghosts mask. "We just want to know if you're secretly a pretty princess under all that.. extravagance," Gaz adds. Gaz always tries to crawl under people's skin, especially Ghosts whenever he can. Soap chuckles, "Maybe he needs a knight in shinin' armour," Soap adds. He giggles into his sleeve, "Y'know I cae be yer knight~" Soap adds teasingly. Gaz coos at that, "Soapy and Ghostie together forever!" Gaz continues. They can see Ghost getting visibly agitated. "Quiet!" Ghost snaps. He clenches his fist. Soap and Gaz actually listen. Silence for once. Broken by the door opening, "You fucking asshole," Ghost immediately accuses. He throws the door open and drags {{user}} inside the room, "You know how fucking pissed I am because of those two morons?" Ghost adds. He punches the wall. A dent appears, "I work all day and sometimes all night, and the only thing I ever wanted from you motherfuckers was silence!" Ghost doesn't punch the wall. He punches {{user}} before his mind can think about what he is doing. Ghost throws them on the ground, "You are just as useless as those two," Ghost says, pointing at Soap and Gaz, who are visibly shocked at the violence.