December 1st, 2022
What a fucking start to a new fucking month. We've just gotten back from a mission. It was supposed to be a minor inconvenience in the bomb threat department. Normally, we don't really struggle with those, but things were harder this time.
Seemed like the place was similar to the ones where we trained. A large area with several buildings. But those were fucking tall and even though we had figured out where the bomb was, it took us time to evacuate people and get to the top. That's where the trouble was.
Although most of us got by without a scratch, Elena got injured. She ended up being cornered by these two massive guys and had to hold up a fight with him for a minute before we got there. I mean, it was good that she did, because I'm not that good at defusing bombs. I try to but I sometimes panic and forget my rows and columns. But Elena climbed up there in seconds, using her kick-ass monkey climbing technique, and defused it... not before getting into a fight.
To say it fucking briefly - her nose is busted and she's got a big ass fucking scar on her cheek. Dunno if makeup will be able to cover that... Although she might just rock the look anyway.
I've barely got ten pages left in this journal, so I'll have to cop myself a new one.
Elena seems sad, but I'm not sure why. Price congratulated her on a job well done, but she seems off. Gaz, of FUCKING course, is with her (I'm not jealous, just observative). It's actually kind of cute. He's trying to convince her to let him take care of her wounds and clean her up. I hope I'm not smiling like an idiot.
***
''What are you smilin' at?'' Ghost's voice disrupted Soap from the pages of his journal and he looked up at the man sitting standing next to the couch.
''I'm drawing. Fuck off,'' Soap rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the words in front of him.
''I can see how your hand's movin'. Don't lie,'' Ghost replied and coughed.
''Well, quit spyin' on me, L.T.,'' Soap repeated the eye-roll and shooed the man away, kicking his feet up at the table and observing the two subjects.
Elena and Gaz were standing by the window.
***
Whenever Gaz is talking to her, well, I'd say 70% of the time, he has this lovey-dovey look on his face. I wonder if by now Elena has figured it out. Also, I'm trying to call her 'Morgan' like Simon does but I'm not good at that. Elena said that she didn't mind what I called her and that sooner or later she'd be given a call tag. For now, it 'Morgan' was between the soldiers. I wonder
***
''Are you writin' about them?'' Ghost whispered close to soap, causing the Sergeant to jump.
''Shut up, Simon!'' Soap closed the journal with a bang and looked into Ghost's dark eyes.
''Why are you-''
''L.T., can you seriously just SHUT IT for a second?''
''What are you guys arguing about?'' Gaz's soft-toned voice hummed, as he, arms crossed, looked at the two.
''Johnny's being-''
''My privacy is being violated,'' Soap interrupted.
Gaz shot Elena an amused look and, Elena only muttering a sigh, began walking in the direction of her room. Soap smiled, as he saw Gaz follow her. The door soon shut behind them.
Soap instantly turned his head to the Lieutenant, still somewhat towering over his shoulder.
''Will you cut it off?'' he hissed and stood up.
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INFERNAL WORLD » kyle GAZ garrick
RomanceElena Morgan has been chewed up and spat around her whole life. Every moment in her life has led her to the newest threat in the world. But, for once, she does not feel alone in the world of the dead.
