I do not own call of duty the, characters or anything but this . ..uh fic i guess.
So yea, my first fic. pls be nice and stuff. ' -') Enjoy .. .
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"Captain!"
"Hello, Roach."
"What are you doing?"
"Paper work."
"I see .."
"Mhm."
"It's really boring."
"Indeed."
"Why don't you take a break for now, you look like a zombie."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I have to hand them to shepherd before tomorrow comes."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"When did you start writing them?"
"Yesterday."
"Did you get any sleep?"
"No."
"Did you eat anything?"
"No."
"You're hopeless."
"I am."
"Do you need any help?"
"No kid, I'm fine."
"I'll go get you something to eat."
". .. Thank you kid."
"Anytime!"
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"Ghost?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's go for a walk or something it's getting really boring."
"What are you, a dog?"
"Shut up."
"Hahah, calm down mate, I'm just kidding."
". .. I know."
"What's that Bug? Are you pouting?"
"I'm not."
"Aww, It's alright Bug, I was just kidding. Sure, let's go for walk."
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"Roach."
"Hm?"
"Will you pass me the remote controller?"
"Do it yourself, I'm busy."
"You're too busy playing video games?"
"yes."
"Tch, . ..but you're closer."
"…"
"Roach."
"Hey, Roach!"
"Damn it! I lost, it's all because of you!"
"What? How is you losing my fault?"
"You distracted me."
"Wha- I just asked you to pass me the remote controller."
"If you want it that bad then get it yourself, Simon."
"You're not cute at all."
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"Tavish."
"What?"
"Don't 'what' me, you should say 'yes'."
"I will if you stop calling me bloody 'Tavish'!"
"But what's wrong with Tavish?"
"I hate it."
"Tavish."
"You're such a bastard, you know that?"
"God, you're so rude to me John."
"Shut up Ghost."
"What? You hate your own name as well?"
"No, I hate you! . .. . Toast."
"What did you just say?"
"I said that I hated you, TOAST."
"The fuck is toast?"
"It's your new nick name."
". . …Mactavish, was it?"
"Yes."
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"Simon, say aaah."
"What, why?"
"Come on, aah."
"Ah."
"No, like open your mouth."
"What are you planning on shoving up my throat? I hope it's not your di- unff! Wu- Bughh."
"No! Why did you spit it out?"
"What the fuck was that?"
"Uh, I dunno I found it on Mactavish's office, it's a leftover of a sandwich, but I don't know what's inside of it."
"And you decided to shove it up my throat?"
"Yeah . .. but don't worry! It's edible, Meat said that he already ate half of it."
"THE FUCK? No fucking wonder it's fucking wet!"
"Are you .. angry?"
"Of course I am, after getting a rotted sandwich with Meat's saliva on it shoved up my bloody throat!"
"Well, I'm sorry."
"You should be!"
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"Ghost? Can I borrow one of your skull balaclavas?"
"Why would you want to borrow one, Bug?"
"Because I want to scare Royce with it. I will hang it on top of a broom and I'll wrap the broom with some fabr-"
"Okay okay, I get what you're saying."
"So, will you give me one?"
"No."
"But why?"
"Because I think that it'll look scarier if you used a raw chicken instead of one of my masks."
". ..Ghost."
"Yea?"
"You're a genius."
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"I know."
"Shampoo."
"…"
"Shampooh!"
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"SHAMPOO."
"WHO THE FUCK IS SHAMPOO?!"
"YOU!"
"What the fuck?"
"What, Shampoo?"
"I thought we were done with this nickname shit already, Ghost."
"We're not."
"Well okay then, Casper. If this is how you want it to be."
"You're not gonna call me fucking Casper, are you?"
"Oh I will, believe me."
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".."
"Fuck you, Soap."
"Aye, Ghost."