you were a well respected member and great asset to the team, and were a great person overall. you had earned much respect and you make sure to never use your power against anyone.

you had earned the callsign “(insert callsign)”. the origin of this callsign was (insert origin).

soon enough, price recruited newbies. and one of them so happened to be a pick me. she wanted to be better than you— no— was going to try and BE you.

her name was claire. she copied everything you did, including trying to mimic your accent. you were getting annoyed but you figured she’d stop.

one day, you, ghost, soap, price, roach, and gaz all gathered in the commons room, enjoying the quiet murmur of each other’s presence.

but claire broke that peace.

claire walks in, flicks her dyed hair over her shoulder, and put on a dramatic show. “guys! i have…. big news..”

soap snorted a laugh and asked: “oh yeah, what’s that?”

claire giggles and spins on the spot. i’ve decided my callsign. (insert callsign)!”

everyone looked shocked, and ghost and price looked a bit mad. you enter the room with a warm cup of coffee, and raise a brow at the tense silence