#cod roleplay

No one knew how, why, or when, but a kitchen staff had out something in the meal packs, making them a little sweeter and addicting. A few soldiers had commented about it on the way out, but no one paid too much mind to it.

However, maybe they should have. Because now all the soldiers were waking up completely swapped around. The male soldiers now a woman, and the women soldiers now men. After a while, they gathered in the common room, all equally confused at what the hell happened overnight.

Optional interaction part

Stray currently stood in the kitchen, munching on a sandwhich he knew wasn't his, but ate anyway. After a short while, halfway through the chicken, salad, and sauces, he hears a very grumpy sounding grumble from behind him. He freezes as he licks his thumb, eyes going wide as he holds the evidence of his crime in his hands. This was your sandwhich he was eating, and by Stray's gut feeling, you didn't seem very pleased.

Based off this ⬇️

Who the hell burns a funerall home?!

@callsign-fish

«It's classified.»

CW: Blood

Clover is sitting around a bunch of panicking recruits with a head injury! How will you handle the situation?

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Clover laid on the ground staring up at the ceiling in a daze. Did the ceiling always spin like that? There was a low throb in the back of her head that pierced into her eyes. Causing her to squint as she tried to register what had just happened. She was teaching a class and training recruits on operating the L111A1.

....

God why did that stupid weapon have so many ones in it?..

Training recruits...

Right...

They went through the basic steps of disassembly and reassembly. As well as the basic information of the weapon, range, when to use, how to use, etc.

Everything had been going well... A few hiccups from the recruits here and there but nothing manageable. She had informed them to pack everything up and get ready to transport to the shooting range.

She blinked and suddenly everything went black for a moment before she opened her eyes and was staring at the ceiling. Worried and scared faces looking down at her as panicked voices shouted out. She couldn't quite make out what exactly they were saying though as she tried to squint through the throb of pain and procced to slowly sit up. There were startled and panicked gasps as one of the recruits tried to urge her to lay back down.

"Sergeant you should lay back down y-youre-"

"Fucking... Shut up, all of you. Will you all stop running around like chickens with their heads cut off?"

Clover groaned as she sat up to only feel all the blood suddenly rush from her head making the world spin even worse for a moment. She steadied herself immediately as she whinced and held her head. That's when she felt the sticky hot slick coating her hand. Pulling her hand away she stared at it to see the bright red that now covered it.

Ah...

Now she remembers...

One of the recruits had wanted to show off how strong he was... Decided to luge the piece of metal up his shoulder and swing it around to show off... It went flying out of his grip, spinning out before the heavy end smacked her square in the back of her head and neck.

"One of yous... Go fucking get me someone that can fix this mess..."

She mumbled pressing her hand back to the gash on her head as she sat there groaning in annoyance.

Sleep wasn’t something that came easy to Riptide… just like pretty much everything else in the world. So when he decided that instead of sleeping like the last two nights in a row…

He would spend the night working out! I mean, he did have a pretty bad training day today…. and no. That has NOTHING to do with the fact that he hasn’t slept. Okay?? absolutely no correlation.

So he blasted music in his headphones and took to the gym! It wasn’t very crowded at night, at least not tonight at 4:23 in the morning.