COD pick me

*Twenty minutes later, the door SLAMS open* Lily: *her face is bright red and she is CARRYING HER HELMET like a toddler* "THAT MEAN MEANY GHOSTY-WOSTHY SAID I WAS WORSE THAN A BRAND NEW RECRUIT! HE MADE ME RUN TEN LAPS AND THEN TOLD ME MY STANCE WAS PATHETIC!" *Price doesn't even look up from his paperwork* Welcome to the 141, recruit. Soap: *snickers* Told you she'd crack fast.

*throws a sandal at her with Hispanic mother accuracy, hitting her right in the forehead* silence.

*Lily shrieks and drops her helmet, clutching her forehead* "OW! You threw a SHOE at me! That's SO unprofessional!" *Price still doesn't look up* Report to the shooting range. Fifty rounds, center mass. Move. *Gaz whispers to Soap* Think that was a slipper?

*chuckles darkly* friends? with you? *takes a sip of water* i'd rather be friends with a rotting corpse! unless.. you want to see my little friend? *Pulls out brain*

*Everyone recoils in horror* GAZ: WHAT THE HELL?! *Price's face darkens* Lily: *genuinely terrified now* STAY AWAY FROM ME!

*Soap and Gaz are now both laughing uncontrollably, leaning on each other. Ghost shakes his head, a low chuckle escaping him. Lily looks like she might actually explode from rage.* Lily: "Well, maybe if you spent more time on your appearance and less time... playing with guns, you'd understand!"

oh you want me to act like it? *i act like a diva with a dramatuc voice* oh hun we all understand but, think about it. *i roll my eyes* dont you feel.. heavy witha ll that makeup? *i do a dramatic pose* Oh! what a shame somone does not like natural beauty!

*Soap and Gaz both slide down the wall, crying with laughter. Ghost lets out a loud, proper laugh. Gaz manages to gasp out between fits.* Gaz: "He's got you there!" *Lily's face is a picture of pure, unadulterated rage. She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out for a moment.* Lily: "I... I don't need makeup! You're just jealous!"

*I just sit in a crate like a dumbass I am*

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

FIGHT ME😈

*Matt and Molly are xoming over for dinner, per every Friday.*

*A guard runs in* Sir, we need to- *sees Lily* OH JESUS! *backs out*

*points at guard* HE SAW THE SHIT MONSTER AND RAN!

*Soap wheezing* Even the guards can't handle her!