RAGE (Call Of Duty)

DETERMINATION

We were huddled together in the helicopter. My music blasting at full volume through my headphones.

Watch the world burn

Bobbing my head to the music, letting it consume my thoughts. They say litening to metal is actually calming to some. The mysterious they. I could feel the frustration still bubbling inside.

Don't let it get to you. Not yet. Hold on. Use it. 

Ghost knows how to get to someone. It's stupid that I'm this upset though about his words. He is simply skeptical.

That's all. Just skeptical. Maybe pissed that Price didn't tell him about me. Or did he? Would he? The fuck if I know.

How must I feel though? I was plucked from my third year of being in the military and dropped into an elite force. When Price had approached me and said he wanted to move me to a task force, I didn't realise it was this one.
I had only heard of them before and never seen them. I won't deny the pride I had felt when I heard Soap had joined. He was and still is a hard worker despite his playful personality that make some question his maturity.

Feeling a sting in my hand, I look down to see my nails had cut into my palms and my knuckles were white.
Sighing at the thought that I need to deal with the sting of the cuts for the rest if this mission. Although, I knew I would most probably sustain a worse injury.

You think someone would care if I got hurt? Would Ghost feel guilty for being an ass towards me? 

I see in the corner of my eye Soap is waving his hand to get my attention. Removing the headphones from one ear, I look to him.
"You alrigh' lass?"

No. I'm fucking fuming and irritated by the idiot that's sitting next to you.

I nod my head and look back down to listen to my music. The screaming and bass drowned all thoughts and suppressed any chances of me hearing anything around me.
   If I don't want to hear anything, I don't have to.
Except for the headphone that was momentarily still shifted off my ear. This meant I heard when Soap asked Ghost; "Wha' di' you do?"

"What do you mean?"

Fucking asshole. Spooky scary skeleton my ass.

I heard Soap sigh, practically picturing him shaking his head. "When she's listenin' to 'eavy music, she is pissed off."

"Not my fault Price didn't explain why she's here."

So I was right. He got touchy feelings.

"So it's hers?"

I didn't look up, just waited for his reply.

This is why I like Soap. He understands. Unlike dipshit. Fucking Halloween mascot.

"What's her deal?" Ghost had ignored Soap's question clearly. He's too focused on his own questions he clearly has about me.

"Curious?"

"I just need to know that she isn't a liability."

"She isn't, alrigh'. I know her."

"I see that."

Jealous?

"Jealous?"

"Hardly."

Covering my ear with my headphone again, the music cuts off any sound around me.

The fear keeps you alive
Break the fucking chains, take back your life

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