(Requested by @clover_cloud738 )
"Charlie, you can't just fake a broken leg to get out of training the rookies!"
Soap groaned and pulled her up and off of the couch, forcing the car keys into her hands. They both were scheduled to train the rookies for the week. They were a stressful group so it was a no brainer Charlie didn't want to go out there
"Says who?"
She whined, dragging her leg behind her as she walked to the kitchen to grab her bag, she packed a bottle of headache medicine. For obvious reasons.
"Says me. Now let's get going before Price kicks our ass for being late"
Charlie groaned and walked out the front door, locking it once Soap was out and by the car. The drive to the base was a quiet one, it would be the last rest they both would get till their day was over.
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"Platoon! Fall in."
Charlie used her inner Drill Sergeant voice to get all of the soldiers to get into formation. They all stood in their respected squads. Standing at attention and waiting for the next command.
"Alright, Today we are marching, grab your rifle and get into marching squads. Don't ask me where you stand unless you want to do some hello dollies. I've told you too many times to be repeating myself."
Soap stood to the side, watching her inform the platoon of what to expect.
"Fall out. Quickly grab your rifle, make sure its on safe and get in line."
The platoon dispersed and came back into columns.
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"Left face! Right shoul..der."
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"To the rear!...Port arms!"
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"Platoon...Halt!"
Charlie pivoted so she was facing the squad, checking for anyone who wasn't holding their rifle incorrectly.
"All good Captain?"
Soap walked over to her and took a look also. Each squad had done a fairly good job the whole time but who knew if they would be just as good when you have them doing the circuit course.
"Yeah, their all good. Left face!"
She raised her voice at the command, each squad pivoting to face her.
"Good job, get some water and put away your rifle. I want you all back out here in 20."
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"Keep your body moving! I don't want any quitters here."
"You heard her! Keep your fucking feet moving!"
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"Move Private Johnas! Move those feet, get them off my pavement, right fucking now!"
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"Who told any of you to take a pity break! Move!"
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"Keep running till your out of my sight. You all disappoint me!"
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Charlie threw her bags down, everything landing with a thud when it hit the wooden floorboards.
"Nice one Charlie!"
Soap exclaimed, giving her a firm pat on the back. Her voice was a bit sore from all of the yelling she had done while training the privates. Such a struggle when they wont do what you tell them to do it.
"Thanks Soap."
She croaked out, heading straight for the couch so she could just lay down for once. Once her back hit the cushions she was in pure extacy.
"Make dinner...Please."
She mumbled, her arm over her eyes.
"Sure thing, love."
Soap cooed as he walked into the kitchen. She didn't care about what he was going to cook, just if she was going to sleep well tonight.
