Disclaimer: Rangers? Not mine.
A/N: So, when I wrote this, I had a specific Ranger in mind. However, people see many other Rangers that this could pertain to. It's...odd. Although I do admit to seeing how such a thing could be. It's just....weird.
I hate green. It reminds me of gis and belt tests, villains and guardians. It reminds me of friends and teachers, the thrill of accomplishments and the torment of failure.
I hate green. The great outdoors are not so great.
I hate Greens. Like ghosts, they fade in and out of my life, leaving behind mayhem and mortification. I never see them, but I know they are there; buckets over doors, mysterious hair colors, and weird phone calls. All these are their trademarks; but even though they joke, I know they care.
I hate green, because I can't escape it.