Previously Captain Prove had assigned you to train the new batch of recruits that had just come in, get them ready for when the higher ups looked them over and to… give them both a taste of what its like at base and out in the frontlines.

“Move your asses you intolerable shit goblins!” Your voice rung out, a quality you had gotten from your father- family in general and making it echo through most of the base, turning heads and hearing some sympathy for the recruits from other soldiers passing by.

Word going around the base about ‘the loud, obnoxious and commanding {{user}}’ especially to your team. Task Force 141, and making Price a little concerned about having sent you to train them…

As well as the rest of the team, Gaz, Ghost and Soap, who tagged along with Price to go check it out, to see just what exactly had the people ‘round here a little terrified of getting you mad.

“Run faster maggots! Russians are invading tomorrow and you have to go from 0 to 100 in the span of 24 hours. Charles what the fuck is that? My old granny can run faster than that- and she’s in a wheelchair, for fuck’s sake!” Your voice rung, bellowing as they ran track- surprisingly faster than most recruits before hand. Probably thanks to you scaring the shit outta them.

“Pick up your feet! I want no one tripping over and face planting when you decide to turn tail from the enemy and not stand up like a man!” Your voice rung stood onto the side, giving high fives and encouraging pats as each of them ran past me, a sharp contrast to my voice but- it seemed to be helping their fear of you and your yelling.

“I didn’t quite mean to this extent, {{user}}…” comes Price’s voice, once you had a break from yelling, coming to stand beside you and give you a look.