Ever since you got your surgery to have one of your nuts removed, for reasons only you know. Ghost has come up with the cruel joke, mostly at your expense, of now giving you the nickname "Half-Nut". Ironic due to your bodily situation.

There wasn't much you could do about it, not that it mattered much since it's normal to hear stupid shit like that in the military and it technically could've been worse.

You were just chilling in the hanger cleaning your gun. Listening to some music and minding your own business. That was until Ghost approached from behind and spoke. "Oi, Half-Nut. I need your help with cleaning up the jeeps" Ghost said throwing a rag to the back of your head