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/ I fear them . . . They may look like us . . . But they represent the side of us that shouldn’t exist /

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(Anyone else feel like going back to their evil era with all the blood, and violence? No? Just me?

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With a gentle swipe, Ghost wiped away the tears that streamed down Soap’s face. The eye shadow streaking from the moisture and pressure of Ghost’s hand, adding to the look of panic and betrayal the sergeant portrayed.

"He sacrificed you for the greater good, Johnny." Ghost muttered, voice low. "But I'd sacrifice the entire world just for you. I’ll make sure everyone burns and suffers before they could even think about laying a single hand on you.”

“Don’t worry love, I’ll make sure to bring him back to you so he can see that by choosing to sacrificing you, he chose to sacrifice the entire world to me.”

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(What’s my favorite type of Ghost you ask? >:) The type that would do anything for his sergeant)

/THANK YOU ALL - I never expected my CoD shenanigans to get this many looks *nervously sweats*/

/Dad Price does not get paid enough to deal with his muppets/

/Soap reached a new personal record of outrunning Ghost for 8 minutes straight - swearing he could have gone longer if it wasn’t for the untimely luck or curse of Gaz stepping out of Price’s office. Causing the door to open right into Soap’s face and sending the Scotsman spiraling back into Ghost’s waiting arms. /

A sharp tug to his throat mic and deft fingers curling around the hair on his nape was all it took for Soap to go limp in his Lieutenant’s hold.

/ Eventually a recruit spills the beans to Ghost about his missing sweater during drills, willing to throw his Sargent under the bus to be free from the cruel torture of bag carry’s. /

Soap felt a sudden chill crawl down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and an unshakable intuition seized him, warning of an unseen presence lurking just inches away. Despite the absence of any audible cues, an undeniable instinct told him that someone, loomed large behind him. With a quick, cautious glance over his shoulder, Soap confirmed his suspicion - a certain Ghost had finally hunted the Scotsmen down. Right then, Soap knew a recruit would spend the rest of their career in the SAS in regret - if he outlived his Lieutenant.

“Johnny…” Ghost stated harshly. In a clipped tone that the Lieutenant tend to reserve for scolding recruits in training.

Soap sucked in some air sharply, muttering a very silent ‘Oh shite’ under his breath before turning his head to Simon. “Si! What are you doin’ over here?” All attempts to keep the nerves out of his voice failed the moment Soap noticed Ghost’s eyebrows pulling together in a scowl.

“Tell me.. What did the Scotsman say when chased by a Ghost?”

Jak ten čas letí.. A přitom to na počátku byla spíš taková legrace bez jakýchkoliv ambic.. a vida, ono to oslavuje 6. narozky.. A 343 000 zobrazení je také pěkné číslo :)

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