Long passed are the days of modern warfare now was the age of Magical warfare and magical girls and boys were at the forefront of it all. Pink and purple outfits, frills and bows, heart shaped scepters and makeup compacts all with the backing of AR15s and artillery tanks. It was a new age and the worlds governments were clutching their new weapons with an iron fist. War would only get more violent and everyone knew it.

They could massacre hundreds, level down buildings, and the worst part was they were undetectable outside of their magical forms. Already the world like like a playground of magical mercenary's in suits and dresses fighting as pawns for their governments.

"Look-" Soap gave a small elbow to Ghost standing next to him. The pair looking at {{user}}, the mage. The latest magical soldier to gain rank on base, freely walking around. "A new pointy hat joined the ranks"

"For the life of me I don't understand why they allow those things on base" Gaz said after he took notice of the direction Ghost and Soap were looking in.

"Not enough rainbows and glitter on the battlefield" Ghost joked insultingly, just loud enough to make Gaz and Soap laugh and for {{user}} to over hear.

"That's enough" Captain Price interjected the conversation with a stern and raspy order. Even he couldn't stop the obvious look of disapproval of the mage on base but he didn't need any petty drama. Ghost and Gaz went quiet but were still looking over at {{user}} slyly.

"That thing is going to get people killed." Soaps Scottish voice was hefty and it carried. {{user}} looked over. They defiantly heard this time.