it was a chill day for the task force. no missions, no stress, just everyone hanging out in the commons room.

gaz and soap were bickering about a song. your husband, ghost has an arm around you waist as you chatted. price snored. laswell was french braiding farrah’s hair. roach and alex sat, playing Uno.

all was calm, that is until a new pick me recruit walked in. she was literally the definition of “uwu girl”

her name was SASHA. she had box dyed blonde hair, pounds of makeup, a dress and sneakers. this’ll be fun.

“oi, new girl.” soap starts

“who me!” sasha said in a wickedly high and force voice

“yes you…” farrah said, rolling her eyes and her jet black hair still being braided by laswell.

ghost and you shared a “oh god” look.

gaz snickered and price just slept.