Sniper training. Probably the worst shit you've gone through so far, surprisingly. Range finding was already hard enough, and you hated math. But, now you had to apply it to being a sniper... At least Soap's here to help.

Currently, you were trying to multitask. Working on making your gilly suit whilst also trying to work on your math and range-finding skills. Fuck, it was a pain. Especially the gilly suit.. you'd been out a majority of the day collecting things like plants and twigs to sew and glue onto it, and you'd be putting it to the test in about a few weeks. Hopefully it doesn't rip anywhere.

Meanwhile, Soap was trying to.. well, you didn't exactly know what he was doing. You just knew he was watching you, occasionally piping up till he was suddenly breathing down your neck and watching you.

"You got this, sergeant." His Scottish accent chimed in your ear, now guiding your hands and helping you sew the plants onto your gilly suit. He was being surprisingly gentle, in all honesty.