*Carolina's POV*
I approached Blue base, the sun hadn't really moved, but my clock said 22:30, and I figured I should come eat. Church had searched the internet for recipes while inside Tuckers helmet, and then tried to guide him on how to cook. I could already smell it burning and I wasn't inside yet. 'I really hope Wash made something, or else I'm going hungry...again.' I thought as I stepped inside the base.

"Caboose, no, I will make it, just...uh...how about you ask the Reds if they have any ketchup?"

Wash said, while trying to keep Caboose away from the oven. There was a large piece of charcoal in the frying pan, still slightly smoldering, but the smell was overpowered by the delicious scent coming from the oven.

"Whats cooking, Wash?" I said, sending a glare at Tucker for ruining a meal.

"Oh, Carolina! Done..uh, scouting the area? I was just making some tacos...I got the recipe from Lopez... figured I'd try it out." He said, silently rejecting Cabooses "tasty-mushrooms-I-found-by-the-waterfall" with his hand.
I raised an eyebrow, forgetting he couldn't see it.

"You had Donut translate a recipe for you, from the robot that may or may not be malfunctioning?"

I could see his shoulders slowly fall as he realized his mistake. I felt a surge of frustration, how could Wash go from a skilled professional, to this? He's becoming more and more like the idiots, as if it were contagious. I need to get out of the hell hold, and fast.
Tucker slide in front of me, leaning on the wall slightly.

"Hey Carolina, you're gonna be stayin' the night at blue base, right? If you want, we can bunk together"

I grabbed onto the armor plates on my hips, to prevent myself from snapping his neck.
"If I'm going to be sleeping in this building, you will be wearing handcuffs, and on the other side of the base." Even I could hear the venom in my voice.

"Woah, handcuffs? I can get with that! Bow chicka bow wow!"

I pointed to the ceiling, and his gaze followed. I quickly punched his exposed throat, he fell to the ground coughing and gagging, while Church's laughs could be heard from inside the helmet.

*Third person POV*
Everyone sat around the table at Red base. There were very few decorations, including: The Grif-Shot, A blue flag [A Christmas gift to Sarge, hand made by Donut], A Red army handbook, A collection of Shotguns, Donut's china set, Simmons's impressive computer, and Grif's disgusting laptop.

It was meal time, Lopez had grilled burgers, and Donut made ice tea for everyone.

"Today was a good day men! Not only did Grif get run over on accident...three times, but we won against the blues!" Sarge said enthusiastically, waving his "Best leader ever, of all time" glass of champagne around excitedly.

"Hang on Sarge, how did we beat the blues?" Simmons asked
"Yeah, and we all know you didn't just run me over several times with the warthog on accident!" Grif added.

"Heh, That Doc fella did it once! Its a common flaw in the vehicle.
Simmons have you lost it? We won! Their microwave was destroyed! Now we have the advantage on Monday movie night!"

Simmons and Grif sighed at their crazy leader's antics, and went back to their meal.

"Hang on Sarge," Donut said "They paid Lopez to fix it for them! And not only that, but he made it so Caboose can't work it anymore"

"Dang'nabit, that filthy traitor! Remind me to have Lopez fix his loyalty setting!"

"Yes sir..." They responded with another sigh

" I think the blues are up to something! They didn't get just one Freelancer, but two! This can only be the most diabolical of schemes!"

"Aren't the freelancers neutral?" Grif asked between bites, which were pretty much whole burgers.

"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure Carolina beats up Tucker more than she hurts us. Grif, can you please not eat like a slob?"

Grif shot him a glare as Sarge completely ignored them.

"Now, my original plan was to paint her armor red, but she was able to...get the jump on me, so-"

"Sarge, you snuck up and dumped a bucket of red paint on her, how did she jump you?" Grif interrupted.

"Shut up Grif. Now, I have two new plans! The first one, is to load up our paintball guns, and light her up! The second, is to strap a grenade to Grif's back, and have him run straight at her. His fat will block the explosion, and his blood will spray her true red! Heh, I like the second one best!"
Donut stood up in horror, clutching his chest as if someone told him his favorite celebrity couple had just broken up. "NOW listen here, mister! You may be the leader of this team, but I will not stand for such gruesome details at meal time! Think of the children!"

Grif tilted his head in confusion "What children..?"

"Hello!" Caboose said, standing next to Carolina in the doorway.

"We were wondering if you had any ketc-"
Carolina was interrupted by the splatted of a red paintball hitting her visor.

Simmons and Grif sighed once more as Carolina gave a deadly glare at Sarge.

"You are really, really, going to regret that."