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“Johnny, fuckin’ hell.” Skull-framed eyes widened. A hand shot out to grab Soap’s shoulder, turning him to get a better look at whatever had caught Ghost's attention. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Soap looked down at himself to get an idea what the lieutenant was freaking out about.
Ah. Blood. Quite an impressive amount, actually.
Soap gets a little bit shot. It's fine, but the shock rattles their small group, making them even closer than before. Also, there's a game of Cluedo, for some reason.
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After a hunt goes wrong, John finds himself in the care of Ghost.
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Soap looked dumbly at the explosives, his tired mind taking a second longer to piece together the evidence than usual.
Shit.
“We have to go. Now.” Soap’s shaky voice sounded loud after being so careful to make no noise, but he didn’t care.
“MacTavish?” Price asked at the same time as Ghost uttered a concerned “Johnny?”
“Now.” He repeated fiercely, already moving to grab Ghost from the ground.
Soap, Ghost, Price and Gaz are on a mission to take out Hassan's allies. It goes south when explosives cause the cave system to collapse, injuring and trapping the team.
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“Ghost?”
“Soap.” Ghost’s voice was a low buzz, gravelly with static. In the absolute silence of the snow-covered forest, it sounded both deafeningly loud and intimately quiet.
“What’s your favourite season?” Soap asked.
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Four seasons, five countries, six months.
