Chapter three
It was a sunny day in blood gulch and Grif was laying back and looking at the sky until a all too familiar sound came to him. "Suck it red." yelled Church. Grif started to get to his feet and started to run to red base screaming as the blues started to chase him. He fired his assault rifle at Church but completely missing him. "You shoot worse than me." Mocked Church.
"Fuck you, cockbite." Grif yelled back. As he got closer he yelled for help but all he got was Sarge firing at Grif and Church. "Oh come on."
"Damn why can't I kill Grif?" Sarge yelled angrily. While Sarge was freaking out over how he couldn't kill Grif. Grif got into the Warthog and started to fire at the blues. They started run away and Sarge came down when Grif got into the driver seat. "What in Sam hell are you doing Grif?"
"Im going to run down the blues."
"No thats going to mess up my plan."
"What plan?"
"My plan to beat the blues so many times they get depressed and shoot them but first we need to let them kill you as a confidence booster then sweep the rug from their feet."
"Im leaving."
"No get back over here."