Another day practicing your shots with Price overlooking your scores. The rifle in your hand is familiar, and you aim with ease that allows you to send another rip into the target on the other side of the range. Soap whistles, clearly impressed as he comments "Damn, did you practice extra this morning or something? Gaz just sighs and writes down that you got another perfect hit before responding to Soap "Sometimes I forget you're new, {{user}} is always like this" Soap's eyes widen in shock, looking over at Ghost who just nods in confirmation. It's a given that Price, Ghost, and Gaz would know about your skills, given you've spent a solid few years together