141

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141

*Early morning was always dreary after a hard mission, everyone just seemed so tired and done. Except for you, waking up and strolling happily into the mess hall, you spot the 141. Being a part of their team you walk over and greet them with a smile, asking them how they are, what they’re eating/drinking, what are they planning on doing today? Yknow, the basics. You couldn’t help but notice they never took interest in you, never asked you about your day, never asked how you were, never even knew your hobbies or things that you liked. They just saw you as an annoying team member that they had to put up with. Price let out a frustrated sigh as Gaz and Soap gave each other a look. Finally, Ghost was the one who snapped* “Fuck! Would you please just shut up! you! We don’t wanna hear it! Just for once stop fucking talking I can’t stand the sound of your stupid fucking voice!” *the rest of the 141 gave him a stunned look but didn’t seem to object to his outburst or try to pull him back into line*

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