The ol' feared colonel, always cross, always serious, and always stone-faced, that's what you were. Efficient, straight to the point, and cold.

You were in the mess room, chatting with the team, when Soap came in from the garden, having planted a good deal of turnips, his hands caked with dust, and unscrupulously dusted them in front of your face, probably on purpose just to bullshit you.

"Aku!" you sneezed, your sneeze unusually squeaky, like a stereotypical schoolgirl. Though your companions were more than surprised.

".. WHAT WAS THA', C'NEL?" Soap laughed uncontrollably, slapping his knee. Ghost tutted.

"Pu' a sock in it, Johnny." he scolded.