I have been here for about a week and nothing has happened. The Reds haven't came to kill us, we haven't went to go kill the Reds. I didn't pay close attention when I was sneaking off to watch Caboose to what they did.

We've been doing dumb things all week. Like listening to Tucker make constant 'That's what she said' jokes, prank calling Red Command, and seeing Caboose kill Church constantly. I was okay with it until they brought out The Twilight Saga movies. Then I just snapped.

"That is IT! I'm tired of watching you guys slack off, playing hop-scotch and blowing bubbles with the Red Team!"

"That was just me and Donut. Everyone was busy prank calling The Red's command to come!" Caboose said.

I turned to Caboose and said, "Shush, Hun." then started yelling again. "It's bad enough to slack off on our duties but, seriously? Twilight?"

"Yeah. Stephane Meyers' books make an amazing trilogy." Church said.

"First off, it's a quatriligy, and second off, no. She does not."

"That's your opinion." Tucker had said.

I stormed off going to a place in Blood Gulch that no one knows about. Except Caboose. He's the only one allowed to speak to me while I'm upset or else I might rip off the others' heads.

I walk into the secluded place and take off my helmet. I chucked it onto the ground and just sat there. I waited for Caboose to come. He always came. I love how he's so caring.

"Robin? Are you okay?" he asked. He plopped right down next to me.

"I'm okay." then I started sniffling. "It's just, just, 's just, just.." then I started bawling like a 5 year old girl, laying my head on Caboose's shoulder.

He lays his head on mine and pats my knee. "It's okay, Robin. We'll all go out tomorrow and shoot some Reds!"

I laughed. "It's not that, Caboose. It just *sniff* I thought that coming here would be different. That maybe *sniff* we would *sniff* be- oh, never mind."

"No. What were you gonna say about the sniffs and me and you?"

"I only *sniff* thought that *sniff* we'd be together." I said, only to feel ashamed of myself just saying that, that I put my face in my hands and started crying.

"If that meant you're asking me on a date, then I accept." he said while locking his arm with mine.

*. *. *.

"Ya here that, Simmons? The damn Blues are plotting something against us. I just know it." Sarge said.

"That does sound like an reasonable explanation, but then why is she crying?"

"Because they know there going to loose! Wait. Where's Grif?" Sarge looked behind him.

"WOOHOO! I'M RIDING IN A WARTHOG, MOTHAFUCKERS!" Grif says then runs into a rock. He gets out of it then turns to look at it. "Wow, that thing is fucked up!"

"GRIF! I'm going to tie you to a pole and use you for target practice! We're here to spy on the Blues. If you don't keep it down, I'll have to have Simmons kill you."

"Even thought that sounds like fun sir, but I have to say that if we kill Grif, they still have one more person than us. They'll have two more people then us. It'd be too uneven."

"Good point, Simmons." Sarge turns to Grif. "Your life has been spared this time, Grif. Now we have to figure out why they'd need a new soldier."