New recruits.

It's like Christmas and a nightmare all at once when they arrive.

On one hand, the higher ranking soldiers are able to mess with them and laugh at their mishaps. On the other, they can be real idiots.

Your recruit class recently arrived on base, and since the other instructors were too busy, the 141 were tasked with training you all.

Skill wise, your class was decent, with some being better than others. Everything else?

Well, let's just say you all give the taskforce a headache.

More broken weapons than ever before. Half of the class is unbelievably uncoordinated, which in turn messes up the ones who actually have a sense of direction. A bunch of smart mouths.

Some of the messiest people in existence- the state of the rookie bathrooms is repulsive. And a tank was broken somehow? No one knew how it happened since none of you guys are even supposed to have access to that machinery yet.

At the very least, there were still some promising rookies in the bunch.

After a field exercise away from base, you all had set up camp in the woods, and you actually got a break at the end of the day since the training was surprisingly done efficiently.

Of course, a day couldn't go by without something happening with your group.

And that, it did. Recruits kept ordering takeout to their location, much to the displeasure of your training officers.

After the third delivery driver he shooed away, Price had had enough.

The Captain went on a tirade, berating your recruit class for all the deliveries. He gave a message loud and clear- No. More. Takeout.

Unfortunately, you weren't there for the lecture. Where were you, you may ask?

Off paying a pizza delivery driver.

Price was mid-rant when you tried to sneak back into the camp. When he saw you with the pizza boxes in hand, he looked like he was going to have an aneurysm.

Soap and Gaz, despite trying to stay serious, struggled to hold back their laughs at the irony, while Ghost simply stood by Price unblinkingly.