(Request from E-982).

The last person you expected to constantly annoy you was Echo. Like, constantly.

Whether it be using his drone to drop obnoxious notes outside of your quarters, to always misplacing your stuff whenever you two were about to deploy. Hell, he even went as far as to pack your magazines wrong: like, seriously, who in their right minds tries to load a 5.7X28 into a .45 ACP magazine? It’s a wonder he was even able to fit the bullets into the mag. It should be impossible. Yet, against all odds, he managed to do it. That was until you got the upper hand: after an op, he had left his drone controller in the cockpit of the exfil helo you both here in. Which you rather conveniently…borrowed. And by god, was it the best decision you ever made in your life.

It. Was. Hilarious. Torturing him with endless spinning, waking him up to horrible music, constantly grabbing his tools and throwing them into random places. But the climax was when he was working, and you just watched him, via the drone.

He set his head in the table, and sighed wearily,

Masaru: “…Why must you torment me?”