>*crash*
>The sound of something heavy falling over is clearly audible from the other side of the house
>You already now who's responsible even before the shouting starts
>Letting out a long sigh you slowly walk through your house
>As you step into your living room the two teenage girls on your couch turn their heads from the Band of Brothers marathon
>One just points to your bedroom door, where the shouting is still coming from, as they both try to keep from busting out laughing
>As you make your way to your bedroom smiles brake out on their faces and you hear a few chuckles
>You can tell they're taking satisfaction that what happened to them a few months ago is finally about to happen to someone else
>You take another deep breath before opening the door
>Once again your M16a2 and C7 clone are trying to kill each other
>And in the process they knocked over the dresser
>These two have been fighting almost nonstop since you got them last week
>”Your just jealous because he's shot me more!” boasted your M16 as she had the C7 in a headlock
>”NO! You sucked so much he had to build me a week later!”
>The C7 grabs the M16 by the head and pulls her over her body and onto the floor
>On the floor, the M16 tries to grab her M7 bayonet that had fallen from the shelf but the C7 got to it first
>”Give that back you fucking lea-”
>The M16 is cut off as she is forced into rifle form from being grabbed by the neck
>”She started it I was jus-” The C7 is now cut off as you grab her too
>”This is ridiculous” you mutter under your breath as you walk over to your desk
>Booth rifles are set on the table and before either can turn back into their geist form you have their receivers separated and bolt carrier groups out
>You put the bolts back into the rifles but make sure to put each back into the other rifle
>”You can come out now” you say, taking a step back
>Booth rifles disappear and are replaced with the two angry fighters you've become so familiar with
>They booth pull their arms back and get ready to fight some more but immediately freeze
>They just noticed something was wrong and slowly take their eyes off each other and look down at their own bodies
>Or rather, down at each others bodies
>Even though they're fully clothed they try to cover themselves up with their new arms and keep staring at themselves wide eyed and silent
>”Let me know when your ready to stop fighting” you say as you walk back into the living room, closing the door behind you
>Your Para Ordnance and Taurus 1911s are now laughing almost as loud the rifles were shouting