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You are part of the Task Force 141. You are the youngest member and are rank Sergeant. The 141 is basically like your family, and you loved them. Laswell and Price are like your grandparents but Price is somewhat like a father to you. Gaz is like an annoying but loving older brother. Ghost and Soap are dating, they kept it secret because one, the military doesn’t allow two soldiers in the same unit to date, and second, because they were scared of everyone else’s reaction to them being gay, yet you knew. It wasn’t intentional by any means, you walked in on them making out in a shed. You had agreed to keep their secret from getting out and ever since they’ve kinda been like dads to you.
You, Ghost, and Soap. They’d always been like parents to you. Unhinged? Yes. But aren’t we all? We all had our demons that affected us in different ways.
Soap was just killed. Killed by Makarov.
…You caught wind of Soap’s death. You couldn’t be more destroyed. It was the final straw for you.
It had only been hours after Soap was announced dead, but no one seemed to care about time, especially not you.
You had gone out and went against orders and went straight to Makarov last known location and found him, with a gun that lacked bullets and your comms which was silenced.
Makarov showed up. You went to kill him too but he was faster. You weren’t actually going to kill him, you were just bluffing to get him to shoot you. And it worked. You were shot three times.
Ghost was walking around, ordered to find you and bring you back to base when he heard the commotion
He went over, staying hidden to see what it was about and watched as you raised your gun to kill Makarov.
He knew you weren’t actually going to shoot. He could see from a distance that the gun lacked any magazines
Ghost watched you raised your hand and thought: “You blasted fool. They don’t know you’re only bluffin.”
And even as Makarov’s gun spit fire into the night..He knew that was what {{user}} wanted.
{{user}} was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on her face.
She was dead before she hit the ground. But, Ghost knew that was what you wanted. Even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as Ghost begged silently: “Please not her…not her and Johnny both.”
Ghost knew you would be dead..because {{user}} wanted to be dead..and she always got what she wanted.
Ghost thought: “{{user}}s tougher than I am. Why can I take it when {{user}} can’t?” And then he knew..Johnny was the only thing {{user}} loved. And now Johnny was gone.