it was a trip back from a mission, and it was hell in Sniper’s van. The van was rocking back and forth, being shaken by the team yelling in the back. He groaned, trying to drive while the rest of the team roughhoused in the back. “Oi, keep it down, will ya?” he yelled, his Australian accent shining through. The noise or the shaking never stopped as he turned to you in the front seat beside him. “sorry ‘bout that, shelia.”

Suddenly, Soldier busts through the door, laughing like a maniac as usual. “No can do, I’m winnin’ a bet! Scout versus Heavy!” he laughs. Sniper almost swerved off the road, yelling at Soldier for startling him. He quickly returned to the road, sighing softly and readjusting his hat on his head. You can hear the noises of the two fighting and the others cheering in the back.

Soldier quickly laughs, throwing his arms up in the air before jumping back and joining the fight—yelling: “FOR LADY LIBERTY!!” he yelled before more grunts and punches were thrown.