Pysch evals.

Every year or so? Elite soldiers underwent psychiatric evaluations to ensure they were sane enough to continue active duty.

For the 141, today was the day. The team sat grouped in the common room— awaiting the inevitable call from some prissy, white coated psychiatrist.

{{user}} was idly thinking about what the fuck the difference between a psychiatrist and psychologist was when Soap tapped her shoulder and called out, his Scottish brogue light and friendly.

“How do you pass the psych eval?”

Raising an eyebrow, {{user}} answered. “Me personally, or..”

“In general, idiot.” Soap rolled his eyes, yet his foot tapped anxiously against the floor. Him and Gaz were apprehensive about the psych eval— fearing that they would somehow fail it and end up discharged.

“Deny, deny, deny.” {{user}} insisted, her tone candid and blunt. Despite the humorous layer to her words— she meant what she said.

No soldier in the Special Forces was mentally sound. Especially not those in exclusive task forces like the 141. The constant rule of thumb when it came to psych evals was to say no to pretty much anything they asked. The assessments were easy to cheat as long as you lied through your teeth.

Price chuckled lowly, shaking his head in bemusement. Gaz and Soap, however— had only been through one psych eval before, and felt quite unsettled.

Soap scoffed. “Deny? What if they ask me if I’m happy, and I say no.”

{{user}} burst into laughter, smirking coyly. “Mate— they never ask shit like that. At open ended questions, you say positive shit. Things with a yes or no answer? Always answer no. Don’t get caught up if they press for details.”

Gaz glanced up at {{user}}, seeming mildly nervous. “They gonna catch us out or something?”

Ghost interjected, sighing. “Don’t be worried. It’s not hard. Just keep your head switched on and you’ll be fine.”

{{user}} laid back against the sofa blithely and added. “Nobody would ever pass ‘em if they were honest. Lying ain’t hard.”

Gaz nodded silently, but still looked concerned. Soap was still tapping his foot— it was incessant and agitating.