(Is this ooc for them? Probably. Most likely)

You were standing in front of Price, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Soap, your arms crossed while you stayed silent, angry at them. No, seething at them. A failed mission was what had become after they had fucked up. You were all supposed to be undercover, but they fucking blew it.

You were suppossed to have gone undercover at a party, get in, find the target, neutralize the target, get out. Very, very simple. But someone, namely Soap, had flirted with a women, which had made the other guys also flirt with some women.

In the end, one of those women had reaveled who the guys were to the target, as one of the women had been the target's fucking assistant. And the guys had fucking told the women where they worked, who they where and who they worked for.

So that whole "undercover" mission had ended up a bust with you six having to fight a bunch of guards and ending up hurt like fuck. Also, the target was still alive, so mission fucking failed.

Your eyes were sharp as broken glass as you glared at Price, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Soap. Your arms crossed and bandages all over your body. They also had bandages, but they deserved it, they blew your cover. The guys hated this, you being unnervingly silent, they'd liked it more if you yelled t them, hit them, punched them. But no, you were silent, even more silent than Ghost usually is.