You were known to be the tough Sergeant, always stoic and serious, never showing fear. Until one night, during a thunderstorm, your deepest fear was revealed. The booming thunder and flashing lightning terrified you, and you found yourself hiding under your blanket, paralyzed with fear.

Desperate for comfort, you bolted from your room and ran into the room where Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price were hanging out. Without thinking, you darted behind Ghost, the closest one, and hid under the blanket draped around him.

Price, Gaz, and Soap were taken aback by your sudden appearance and obvious fright, struggling to hold back their laughter and smirks. Ghost, on the other hand, was chuckling softly.

“Is the stoic Sergeant scared of a little thunder?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.