Sweeper belongs to me, she is my OC.
She ducked as a sniper bullet just missed her head, "Their aim is getting better," she growls, moving closer to a bush. Gaz and she were called to provide cover fire for Price, Soap, and Kamarov while they rescued Nikolai.
"Targets down," Gaz spoke after sniping two Ultranationalists. "Care to continue our last chat?" he teases the woman.
"Oh uh.. the fish thing right? Something about giving a man a fish, and teaching him how to fish or something? Look, I'm not a philosophical person—am I sounding right here?"
"Go on." Gaz chuckles a bit.
"All I'm trying to say is give a man a fire and he's warm for a day, but set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life."
He was silent, "See! I told you, it sounded better in my head," she laughs.
"Gaz, Sweeper, cut the chatter and move to our position." Price spoke over the comms.
Sweeper adjusted her glasses before moving towards her comrades with Gaz.
"It's different, but it'll stick with me." the Brit grins.
She smiles softly, "Sounds good, I thought I came off as mental there when I said it."