Church has headaches sometimes. They range from small pains to full-on migraines. Of course the good portion of the really bad ones were from when he barricaded himself into his room on Sidewinder after...after some stuff happened. But at the current moment? Church feels a serious headache coming on.
"WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP GRIF!" Shouted Tucker at the orange sim trooper holding a gun to Church's head.
Grif had been screaming about how he would blow Church's head off if anyone took a step closer. Honestly? Church wasn't totally opposed to just being killed right now. Sure would save him from all of this bullshit.
"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Shouted Grif back at Tucker, pressing the gun even more uncomfortably into the side of Church's head.
You know what? Church didn't totally want to die all of a sudden. At least not to Grif. That would be really embarrassing.
Suddenly there was the noise of music playing in the background, and an overwhelming feeling of depression rained over most of the blue team.
"Oh no." Tucker let out the silent thought in nearly everyone's heads.
Right on time too, as a moment later a warthog blaring the red teams obnoxious theme song and filled with three red team members leaped over the hillside and landed right next to Grif and Simmons with a "YEEHAW" from Sarge.
The red team leader hopped out of the truck, the turret (manned by Lopez) swiveled to face the blues.
"Hello Sarge!" Florida cheerily addressed the opposing captain.
Sarge pretty much froze and seized up at the friendly greeting from the captain he supposedly hated. Church found this entirely amusing, allowing himself a small snicker, which allowed Grif to conk him in the head with his pistol.
"Hello Captain Florida." Sarge replied in a calm manner, which was very unlike him.
"Would you mind getting him to release Church?" Florida gestured to Grif.
Sarge seemed to be having an internal conflict within himself. Church could probably guess what it was. Sarge let out a sigh and seemed to force out his next words,
"We can't do that." Florida frowned under his helmet,
"Of course you can! Just-" He took a step forward only to find a shotgun pointed at him.
"NOT ANOTHER STEP BLUE." Sarge almost choked on his sentence. Florida just wore a look of surprise under his mask.
Nonetheless the captain backed up next to his tank. With that Sarge turned to his soldiers.
"We're leaving." He ordered before hopping back into the warthog.
With no arguments the other reds slowly made their way over to the cars. However suddenly, out of nowhere, there was the sound of gunshot ringing out and a sniper trail followed right to Grifs arm which was holding the gun. Which was torn clean off.
The first screams erupted from Caboose and Donut, everyone else backed up shocked. With the exception of Church and Grif who dropped to the ground screaming, Grif clutching his stub of an arm which erupted in bleeding.
The rest of red quickly turned their guns on the enemy team, with a battle cry from Sarge they fired off what they had at the blues who dove for cover behind the tank.
"MY TREADS," The tank exclaimed indignantly, "You're really gonna regret that…firing mounted heavy machine gun."
"Oh shit." was all that the reds could manage out simultaneously before Sheila began shooting.
Luckily for the reds, Sarge stepped on the gas quickly and got them out of there. Grif was still cursing in pain and anger from his spot on top of Simmons in the front seat.
Sheila stopped shooting as soon as the reds fled out of range. Immediately conversation and angry shouting erupted.
"WHAT THE FUCK TUCKER!?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Tucker shouted in reply,
"WHY IS EVERYONE SHOUTING!? WHAT HAPPENED?!" Caboose screamed,
"WHAT WAS THAT GUYS?!" Florida yelled at a pitch much higher than usual,
"OH FUNNY YOU ASK THAT CAPTAIN," Tucker whirled on his leader, "GETTING ALL CUDDLY WITH THE RED!"
"TUCKER-" Florida was cut off as Church jumped in,
"Look, did you have to blow his arm off?"
"I DIDN'T DO SHIT," Tucker threw his hands up, "You all are nutcases, I'm going back to base."
The angry aqua/teal armored sim trooper marched away with a huff. Caboose patted Sheila and the two rolled out as well. Leaving only a tired captain and a pondering Church.
"God...how did that happen?" Florida shook his head in sadness and with a slump in his shoulders rather than his usual upbeat step, the cappy dragged himself back to base.
Meanwhile Church stood still, gazing up at the cliff edge he thought he saw the shot come from. He was captivated, star-struck, whatever the fuck kind of tropey shit you're imagining. But more than anything he felt a sickening hope in his stomach.
"Could it be you Tex?"