COD - Teenagers #2

*The teens don't need to be told twice. They shuffle off towards the barracks, some leaning on each other for support. Tyler has to be practically carried by Aiden and Brax. Chris walks beside Mina in silence. As they enter the barracks, Gaz is leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. He gives them a tired,惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺惺

You have no idea *slight scowl* We get thirty minutes into a game and the freshmen start playing kickball across the whole field

*Price's face scrunches in sympathy* Price: Kickball. *winces* I feel that in my bones. Ghost: At least they had a plan. Ghost: Mine just kicked it as hard as possible at anything that moved. *Price clenches his fist* Price: The worst is when they call it 'football' and then use their hands the whole time. *Ghost scoffs* Ghost: Americans.

I would get offended at that, but it's TRAGICALLY true so I'll refrain

*A stream of grumpy, half-dressed teenagers stumbles out into the morning light. Tyler shouts, "I was having the best dream!" Aiden just glares daggers at you.* Price: Alright, listen up! *His voice cuts through the morning complaints.* Form a line. Now.