Trouble with the S.A.S Pt.7
Starring: Soap, Roach, Ghost, Price, Gaz, Nikolai, and Shepard, as well as many of our other friends from cod!
The sun rose brightly, and the people of the S.A.S base were cheerful. We'll, everyone except for Cpl. Dunn. "Give it back Jackson! Seriously, its not funny!" He shouted, running after Paul Jackson. Ghost came around the corner, hearing the commotion. "What the hells going on here?" He asked.
"Look at this Ghost!" Paul said, showing him a picture. Dunn tried snatching it away from Ghost, but failed, due to Ghost being taller and stronger than him. Ghost glanced at the picture and erupted into howling laughter. "Wow Dunn, seriously? Why would you take a picture of that?" He asked, ripping it up and dropping it on the ground.
While this was going on, Gaz and Roach were sitting in the kitchen, watching one of the cooks make a cake. Meat popped in too. "Hey guys! Mmm, that cake mix smells really good!" Meat added the second part to the cook. The cook lady smiled at him. "Here now young fellow!" She said, handing him the spoon. Meat smiled in content, licking it. Gaz saw the fridge, and had an idea.
"Roach, get your arse over here!" He said, motioning for the man to follow. Roach curiously followed him to the fridge. Gaz opened the door, and took out a big fresh watermelon. Roach's eyes widened. "Eh, Gaz? I don't think your supposed to have any of-" But he was cut off by Gaz walking out the door. Roach decided to tell Price.
Roach kicked down Price's office door. He was surprised to see that Price was not in the office, and instead, there was an Russian middle aged man, with black spiked hair. His eyes were creepy, as one was blue, and the other was green.
"Um, can I help you sir?" He asked the man. The man jumped, for he was so concentrated in his work. "Oh, uh, no thank you. I am just cleaning your Captain's office" He said. Roach nodded. "Good luck" He called, and decided to look for Price in the mess hall.
Price was in fact in the mess hall, talking to Nikolai about something. "Price, Gaz has a watermelon!" Roach tattled. Price sighed. "We'll have to finish this chat later Nikolai." He told the Russian, then turned to Roach. "Is he in the kitchen?" He asked. Roach shook his head. "He was headed towards the lounge sir." He said. Price went after Gaz, while Roach took a seat next to Nikolai.
"Did you know Price actually cares about cleanness in his office? He had a man cleaning it up for him!" Roach told his best friend, laughing.
The next day, everything was quite quiet. Everyone was in the mess hall, eating breakfast. It was 6:00 in the morning, and now all the men were tired. Price was sitting with Gaz, and the two were having a heated argument over watermelon. That was when something happened.
The front door opened, and huge men rushed in. They looked very dangerous, and everyone got quiet, seeing the men holding M4A1s. There were about 20 of them. "ALL RIGHT, ON THE GROUND NOW! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" One man screamed. Meat was the only confident one, asking the yelling man why. "On the damn ground!" The man said threateningly. Another agent came up behind Meat and jammed the barrel of his gun in between Meat's shoulder blades, forcing him to the ground.
"Hey hey easy buddy!" Meat said. When everyone was kneeled on the floor, the mean man addressed himself.
"I'm with the CIA, my name is not important at the present time. We have know Intel that there are terrorism plans somewhere on this base."
Soap spoke up.
"But were an anti terrorist division!"
"That's not what Intel says. Which one of you is John Price!" Price stood, and all the men aimed at him. He just looked at them and let out a little "Pfft."
"Who says we have terrorist plans on base?" He asked casually.
"Not important." The man turned to a couple other agents.
"Go search his office. They said it's him. But don't lay a hand on him until you've found the plans." The agents nodded, and rushed to his office. Five minutes of scared silence passed, and the men came back, holding official documents.
"Hmm, what have we here? Plans for an attack on Zakhaev International Airport? Tsk, tsk, tsk, can't have that can we? Cuff him boys!" The huge men beat Price to the ground with the butts of their weapons, cuffed him, then stood him up. Everyone stared in shock. How could Price be a terrorist? How? Then again, Price was always a little shady...
"Stand up! You may now mock and ridicule this shit stain if so wished." The large man said. They all stood. Some looked at Price angrily, but no one said a word. Ghost remained silent, but his eyes looked dark and angry behind his glasses. Soap's mouth hung open, unbelieving what was happening. Roach smirked.
"Ya think ya know a guy..." He said. Price glared at him. It was the meanest glare in the world.
"I'm innocent I tell you! INNOCENT!" The men carried Price outside, and tossed him in the back of an armored prison van like a sack of potatoes.
"INNOCENT!" The word dragged out as the van sped away.
Everyone was quiet for a minute. Gaz stepped out into the middle of the road that Price had been taken away from. "Oh no. Oh god" He whispered. Ghost and Soap came out to him. Ghost clasped a hand on Gaz's back.
"It's okay mate, I know you miss him, but we'll all get through this" He said. Gaz shook his head. "N-no it's not that. I-its just t-that, I was friends w-with a terrorist for a long l-long time and I had no idea!" He sobbed. This was definetly trouble.
"Hey, its okay Gaz. We'll get through it. We all will." Ghost hugged him. Soap joined in with a quick hug as well.
"Thanks guys." Gaz said, and walked towards the door crying, a little lighter now. Soap and Ghost looked at each other worriedly.
"Were gonna have to watch him. This stress is probably going to make him want to use watermelon to feel better." Soap said. Ghost just nodded. Everyone was still trying to recover from what had just happened. Suddenly, Soap's Iphone rung. Unknown Caller. Soap answered anyways.
"Soap?" It was Price.
"Price? Oh my god, where did they take you? What is this all about?"
"I get one call Soap, so I decided to call you. At least you didn't look pissed with me. Look, I don't have much time. I'm appointing you as Captain during my leave! Their throwing me in some, high security building with no trial! Ha, and my sentence is 350 years! Ridiculous. But don't worry, I'll get myself out of here. Somebody will see the unjustness in all this!" Price yelled the last sentence, probably for a guards sake. Then the phone was disconnected before Soap could say a word.
"Wait! I can't be Captain!" This stopped everyone.
"Your Captain now?" Meat asked. Ghost just laughed. "You? Captain? ahahahha!" He laughed harder. Soap was just plain shocked. "Who was that? Was it Price?" Griggs asked. Soap nodded. "Um, someone call an emergency meeting in the lounge, now!" He said, running inside.
Soap glanced nervously at all the men who sat or stood in the lounge. Some had heard the news, some hadn't, but he had made sure that every single man on base was here, so it was rather crammed in the medium sized room.
He cleared his throat. "Hi everyone" He said. Now everyone stopped murmuring and stared at him. "Uh, I got a call from Price, and I'm going to be Captain due to his occupation in the prison" Soap told them. Everyone looked at him. It was silent for a minute, before Nikolai spoke up.
"Why you?" He asked. This made Ghost laugh again, which made everyone else laugh. Soap started to get angry. "LOOK! I will be Captain, and there Isn't a dammed thing you can do about it! What's done is done" He snapped at them. THey were silent once more.
"So, I guess it's over. You follow my orders, just as if I were Price. But pretend, I'm not going to be arrested" Soap said. One by one, they left the room, leaving Gaz, Ghost, and Soap behind.
"Well, I'm gonna go to the kitchen" Gaz said, happily, turning to go walk away. "Not so fast Gaz! Just because I'm not Price, does not mean you can have watermelon. Your still gonna go to your meetings later too" Soap said. Gaz gave Soap the finger, and ran away crying. "Man how hard is this going to be?" Soap asked himself.
"Ah! Oh god, first we have to get Gaz to his FA meeting..MEAT DONT TOUCH THAT! We have to set up all the targets for station 2, then we gotta go in town to take them all shopping..." Soap said while hurriedly pacing back and forth in the mess hall.
"I'm not going to those meetings!" Gaz wailed, running out of the building. Soap was about to follow him, when Meat and Griggs both came up to him.
"Hey Captain, can we parachute off of the supermarket?" Griggs asked. Soap was so rushed, that he barely glanced up."What? Oh yeah, yeah. Just be back before lunch" Soap said, still pacing. When they were almost out the door, he stopped.
"Wait! The supermarkets only 20 feet tall!" He shouted. Ghost, who had been calmly sitting next to him, tried hard to keep from laughing. "Looks like being a captains real fun mate!" Ghost said, bursting into laughter. Soap glared at him, and face palmed.
"Okay, uh, someone find Gaz, and someone go get Griggs and Meat!" Soap ordered. Everyone was still. "Sir, your supposed to tell us who had to exactly" Foley spoke up. Soap sighed.
"Well then you, Foley, go find Meat and Griggs. You Ghost, go find Gaz and punch him or something!" Soap ordered. Both the man walked away. Soap sighed, and continued on with his work.
"Gaz? Gaz seriously where are you?" Ghost called. "Behind you!" A voice shouted from directly behind Ghost. He gasped and turned around. "Jesus Gaz! Don't do that again!" He said. Gaz smirked.
"I actually came to tell you something" He said. Ghost backed up a bit, getting his fist ready.
"Now look Ghost, I think this is the perfect time to rebel against the Captain! We can plan to take him, and then-" But he was cut off by Ghost punching the lights out of him.
Price sat down in his cell, miserable. It was cold and damp, and the slight draft made him shiver. Why oh why had this happened to him? Or more importantly, who did this to him? He would find out! Price wondered how Soap was holding out as Captain of the S.A.S.
The next day, Soap had just finished moving his things into Price's old office. Soap had not wanted to throw Price's things out, so he stored them neatly into boxes and put them into the storage area. Now the office belonged to him.
Soap was tired, so he was taking a nap in the barracks. That was when Meat decided to act. You see, he was sitting with Griggs in the lounge, bored as hell. That was when he got one of his 'Meat ideas'.
"Hey Griggs, ya think the Captain's got any bad stuff? Like really bad stuff? I mean, he's the head man and all! I'd bet he has some!" Meat exclaimed. Griggs smiled. "I bet he has some! We could go get some!" He said. Meat nodded.
"Okay, we'll go to his office, and you will stand guard outside, while I go check around for some!" Meat instructed Griggs. Griggs nodded. "What do I say if he's coming?" Griggs asked. Meat though for a moment. "Cheesy nuggets" He said. Griggs nodded, looking into the hall.
Meat tiptoed to the Captain's desk. It was done up neatly, and had a framed picture of a cat, some scented candles, and a rather expensive looking glass vase. He was very careful not to touch it, in case it broke. He opened the big drawer in the desk, and carefully fumbled around inside, looking for anything that might be cool.
"CHEESY NUGGETS! CHEESY NUGGETS!" Griggs shouted into the room. "Shit!" Meat muttered, slamming the drawer shut. It was a terrible mistake, as he saw the vase wobble back and forth violently. "No!" He yelled, but it was too late. The vase hit the floor and shattered into millions of small pieces.
He was about to pick them up, when Griggs grabbed him. "Forget it man!" He said, and they rushed down the hall.
"I want everyone here to shut up, and listen!" Soap shouted into the barracks. Everyone stopped getting ready for bed, and looked at him.
"Someone was in my office, for when I came back from my nap, I found my vase that grammy sent me, and it was in pieces!" Soap said angrily. Gaz, raised his hand. "I didn't do it, but why do you call your Grandma, 'Grammy'?" He asked. "NOT now Gaz. Now who did it?" He screamed to the men. Everyone was silent. "Fine, if thats the way you want it. Ghost! Come with me!" Mactavish said, turning on his heel and departing the room, Ghost right behind him. Everyone was silent. Meat and Griggs stared at each other in relief that they were not caught.
"Okay Ghost, were gonna fingerprint my desk, then see who it matches with." Soap said. So that was exactly what they did!
"Everyone, I need you all to line up! I have to check your fingerprints!" Soap called. Meat shrugged, so everyone lined up. When Soap was done, he left, leaving everyone to wonder what he was doing.
"Okay, I'm matching it up now" Soap said. He then saw something terrible. It matched Meat, and Meat had lied to his face! "GHOST! Get Meat, and bring him here now!" Ghost hurried away to the barracks.
"Meat!" Ghost called, scanning around the room. "Yes sir ?" Meat asked.
"Soap wants to see you." He said, tugging Meat by the arm along to Soap's office.
"Meat...I'm er, sorry to tell you this, but...your grounded" Soap said guiltily to the happy go lucky young man. Meat's lower lip quivered.
"W-What? NO! No, anything but that sir! Please!" Meat begged. Soap sadly shook his head. Meat then started to bawl, and roll around on the floor.
"Enough Meat! It's time I got some damn help around here!" The NC (New Captain) said. And that was what he decided to do.
All the men formed a line out on the field. Soap had gotten the brightest idea ever!
"Okay now, I have decided to pick one person to be my right hand man, and another to do everything as I wish" He told them all his idea. The men sighed, hoping not to be the one who had to do everything.
"Now the first thing, my right hand man! You know who you are! Come on up here Ghost!" Soap said happily. Ghost quickly came up and stood next to his best friend.
"And now, the man who must do everything for me! Now, I shall do this very professionally" Soap reassured them. "Eany Meanie Miney Moe!" He sang, the whole verse. His finger stopped, right at... Roach!
Roach sighed, and muttered to himself, "Why me?" Nikolai felt bad for him, as did the rest of the men.
"Roach, go make me a tuna salad sandwich!" Soap ordered him. Ghost nudged Soap, giving him a look. "Oh, and make one for Ghost too!" Soap then added. Sighing again, Roach departed to the kitchen.
So now, Soap had a right hand man, a man who did everything for him, and a whole squad of people, to order as he pleased.
Soon, he and Ghost went walking back to his office to talk about what he could make everyone do now. Right when they got there, they saw something funny. Something fishy...it was sneaky lil Makarov! Yes indeed, there he was, right at Soap's desk.
"Hmm, I am so glad my plan worked! Now Price will be in prison till death even though he's innocent!" Makarov murmured to himself.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?" Soap shouted. Makarov jumped up, nervously.
"Y-you mean Price really is innocent?" Ghost asked in pure shock. Proof had told it, as Makarov sprinted right past them, into the hallway and out of the building.
Ghost and Soap both looked at each other.
"I think we need to call the prison" Soap muttered.
As soon as Soap explained the previous events to the rest of the S.A.S, they all crowded into one of the barracks, around Soap, who was holding his phone.
"Okay, so we call the prison, tell them we have to get Price back. Say that he's innocent?" Ghost asked about the plan.
"Yup. They have to believe the military" Soap answered.
"Please can I get just one piece of watermelon? I-I really just can't deal with all this stress" Gaz pleaded, eyes watering. Soap looked at him briefly and nodded. Sometimes you just need a certain thing to cope. Even though Gaz was an addict, he still needed to have some once in awhile.
Soap dialed, putting it on speaker.
"Hello, state Prison of Prison" A lady's voice answered.
"Hello, this is Captain John "Soap" Mactavish. Were calling about an inmate of yours,
John Price. We need him back, as he is innocent" Soap politely asked.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry, but John Price's record tells me that he is not going to be released anytime soon. I bid you luck" She said, and hung up the phone.
"What? No!" Soap yelled, throwing the phone to the ground. It snapped, then sparked. Everyone was silent. Soap thought for a moment.
"You know what an old friend once told me? He said, do what is necessary, as long as you know it's for the good, even if nobody would believe you. I think we have to do that. Price is our true captain, and right now, he's stuck in a cell. A cold, damp cell. And the worst part is, Price is innocent" Soap gave one of those serious war action speeches.
"W-what are we going to do about it?" Nikolai asked.
"You, Nikolai, are going to get your helicopter ready. We've got to go to that prison" Soap told him.
"But it's a prison. Isn't that...not good?" Roach asked, only to have Soap ignore the question.
"Roach, make sure all of our weapons are ready" He told him. Sighing, Roach went out to the weapons room.
Half an hour later, everything was ready. The men were seated in the helicopter, and they had about thirty minutes until they reached the prison that held Price hostage.
"So Ghost, why do you always wear that balaclava thing?" Meat asked, poking it.
"Because I'm cooler than you" He replied evenly.
"All right guys, I think we need to compromise a plan." Soap broke the arguing. Meat raised his hand.
"Yes Meat?"
"I think we should bribe them with chicken!" Meat suggested proudly. Soap sighed.
"How many times do we have to tell you?" Soap asked, face palming.
"Not everyone loves chicken" Everyone said, remembering old Price's lecture.
"He told me the same thing about watermelon" Gaz sighed, remembering the little incident last month when they had gone out to eat.
"Enough! Were getting off track! Roach, punch the next person who talks nonsense!" Soap ordered. Roach sighed, still not liking the whole 'Do everything the Captain says' job.
"Okay now. When we get there, I'll take Roach, Meat, Royce, and Gaz with me. Ghost, you take Foley, Dunn, Jackson, Ramirez, and Griggs, and Kamarov with you around back." Soap instructed. Ghost glared at him.
"Why the bloody hell do I have to lead all the Americans?" He grumbled.
"Hey! I'm not American" Kamarov shouted.
"And what's wrong with us Americans!" Griggs asked menacingly.
"Nothing with you Griggs, but you know how Foley has bad coordination" Ghost pointed out.
"You know I'm working on it!" Foley snapped.
"All right, all right! We have everything settled! Now, I hacked the prison's files, and it says here, that Price is number...627" Soap told them.
"Okay, so basically, we run in, get prisoner #627, then run out" Jackson summarized the plan.
"Exactly" Soap nodded.
Finally, they all reached the prison. Meat bounced up and down. "Hey, this is where Shepard is too!" He yelled.
"Well, I guess. Shepard is on the other side of the Prison though, in the mental ward" Griggs told him.
"Yeah, but it's still the same building!" Meat whined. Griggs just nodded, as Soap shushed them.
"Hm, looks like they have guards on those towers. We have to make them go away" Soap mused to himself. That was when another heli came over, and it had an American sign on it.
"Looks like we have some help!" Soap said exitedly, as the heli fired some sort of clear substance at the men, and made them fall.
"I guess we don't have to snipe. Looks like these Yanks are the good guys!" Ghost said. Soap turned to him and huffed. "Must you chatter right now? How about you stay frosty?" He said, and Ghost was quick to shut it.
"I wanna visit Shepard!" Meat wailed, pounding his fist on the chopper.
"And I wanna eat some melon!" Gaz copied Meat.
"And I want them both to stop!" Jackson said
"ENOUGH! Do you want to rescue Price and go home or not?" Ghost said, fed up with the nonsense. They stopped, as everyone heard crumbling.
"Looks like their taking out the building. We have to get Price before it collapses, lets go!" Soap ordered. One by one, they slid down the helicopter rope and landed in the Prison courtyard.
"Ooh, look at the fountain!" Dunn said, nudging Vasquez. "Okay, I think were under attack" Soap said, pointing to a bunch of guards coming out of the building.
"We can't kill state police sir! They don't know that Price was set up!" Royce told him. Soap thought for a moment before nodding.
"Okay then, we have to just run, but not hide" He said. They had finally reached a side door to the huge place.
"Ghost, you take the team I gave you, and try and do your whole technical thingy to make the doors open for us" Soap ordered. Ghost nodded, and he and some others left.
"Roach, you go first" He said.
"Yes sir"
"Roach, you check the corners"
"Yes sir"
"Roach, are you done?"
"Can I have a minute? Jeez!" Roach mumbled. He hated having to do everything. Soap could tell by the look on his face.
"Now lookey here Roach. When I was just Sgt. John "Soap" Mactavish, Price made me work my arse off even worse then this. Your lucky I'm even letting your attitude off easy" He lectured.
"Okay, okay. sir, there's like, twenty eleven guys over there" He said. Soap scratched his head.
"Twenty eleven?" He asked. Roach shook his head. "Twenty plus eleven"
"Oh, so you mean 211!" Meat piped up. Everyone face palmed.
"Lets be sneaky!" Royce said, so they all quietly tiptoed around the police, until Meat stepped on Roach's foot, causing him to let out a yell, causing the police to see them, causing soap to instruct them to run. And so they did.
All in the sudden, the building rumbled from the Americans firing on it.
"Talk to me Ghost! I don't want to be here when the Americans fire again, or something" Soap said to Ghost over the radio.
"Hold on dammit! Let me open this door!" Ghost said.
"But Ghost, that door is on the other side of the place! We don't need it!" Soap said, angrily.
"I want to open every one, so I can be cool. But um, It looks like um, hold on" Ghost spoke again.
"what a good idea!" Gaz said.
"Well well well. If it isn't a radio I have found. Is this Mactavish?" An old familiar voice spoke over the radio to Soap, causing his eyes to widen.
"Shepard! I though you were in the insane ward!" Soap exclaimed in shock.
"I was, but when the building is getting blown apart, inmates are escaping rapidly. I was the one to call the extra Americans firing at the place you know, because I know of Price's innocence" Shepard said, in his raspy cultural voice.
"What? But, but how?" Soap asked.
"Enough of that! I need you to do me a favor. One that only you can do as Captain" Shepard said, in a dead like voice.
"And w-what is that?" Soap asked cautiously.
"I want you to take out Meat. Leave him behind at the last minute, so the bricks will fall on him, and it will be the end" Shepard said.
"But Meat's a good solider! I know he can be...hyper at times...but he trys! And that's all we ask!" Soap said, voice crumbling.
"As your General, insane or not, I order you to do it! Be sad, or be happy as I will, either way, you will do it!" Shepard said. "Out"
Soap stood lifelessly, staring at his squad who were checking weapons and whispering.
"Are we ready yet? I really wanna go home and eat a chicken salad sandwich!" Meat said, smiling at his Captain. Soap looked at the ground.
"Erm, not yet. We have to find Price" He said, before picking up the radio again.
"Ghost come in! Do you have Price's location?" He asked, tapping his foot.
"Yeah! I have for like, ten minutes, but Foley tripped and scrapped his knee, so we had to patch it up. He's right behind the wall your standing next to" Ghost said cheerfully.
"WHAT? WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR TWENTY!" Soap screamed, but knew he could yell at Ghost later.
"Let's breech this! Roach, you do it!" He said, so Roach didn't protest this time, wanting Price back so he could be his normal self.
They all stood ready, just as the wall blew to bits. On the other side was shocking. Price was sitting on top of an unconscious police man, eating a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Roach was about to run over, but Price mistakes the exited gesture, thinking Roach was going to steal his soup. He punched Roach hard in the face, sending the poor man to the ground.
Price held a gun to Roach's head. "Dammit, you don't touch my soup!" He said. Price was wearing a jacket, and sweat pants. They looked like he was a old lazy grandpa.
"Drop it!" Soap screamed, putting his gun to Price's head. Price recognized the voice right away. Gaz and Royce gasped, while Meat looked happy to see his normal Captain.
"Soap?" He asked, in a stunning tone.
"Price?" Soap asked, then looked at his little pistol, holding it out to his Captain, as it was the only thing that had not been stored away.
"This belonges to you sir" He said, and Price took it. Just then, a loud crashing noise filled the room.
"We've got to get out of here, move, move!" He said, ushering them out of the room. Meat, Royce, and Roach ran behind Soap and Price in the front. Soap stopped suddenly, remember Shepard. he turned to face Meat.
"Meat um, we need you to take the shortcut" He said meekly. Meat looked back, raising his brows.
"How about we all go. I don't want to go alone, I'll be afraid" he said, folding his arms.
"But...but it's a magical shortcut! I'll teleport you right to the chopper! Just go back and take a right!" He said, knowing that was a dead end. Meat broke out into a smile, jumping up and down.
"Okay! See ya Captain! I can't wait to see you!" he said, darting off. Soap sighed. "Let's go" he said.
"Oh no! It looks like were gonna die!" Royce said, as the entrance was blocked by rocks and rubble. "We can make it! Go!" Soap screamed, as they darted around a corner. A big hole was up on the roof.
Roach wobbled back and forth from the falling bricks hitting him. One big brick suddenly came down, hitting him on the head. It sent him tumbling to the ground, passing out.
"Roach is down! Roach!" Soap yelled. Price was over there in a flash, taking the brick off of Roach's head. Roach opened his eyes, looking dazed.
"Whatever your gonna do Soap, do it fast!" Price ordered frantically. Thinking quickly, Soap firing a neon blue flair up out of the hole.
"Hey, it was supposed to be red! You stole my blue ones!" Royce said.
"Not the time. Let's go, let's go!" Price yelled, pulling Roach up as they all came to the rope that the chopper had sent down.
It pulled them all up out of it, just as the whole prison burst into flames and crumbled.
"Meat" Royce said softly. Soap felt awfully guilty now, as they all sat down in the helicopter.
"He was a good man. Perhaps his body will be found sometime, and we can give him a proper burial" He said. Griggs looked very sad.
"Hey guys! Mind helping me! I got the best thing ever! The cafeteria was still in business!" A hyper, high pitched voice said. One that they all knew.
"Meat! Where are you!" Griggs shouted, as he, Soap, and Ghost ran to the door that was partly open on the chopper.
And there he was, holding onto the side of the helicopter, a sandwich in one hand.
"But-what-how?" Soap asked dumbfounded as Ghost and Griggs pulled him up.
"Oh Meat! I'm glad your okay! Are you hurt anywhere?" Soap asked. Meat shook his head, looking so innocent, that Soap ruffled his hair. "Atta boy! Now were all safe, and we have Price!" He said.
That caused everyone to go to Price and envelop him in tight hugs, and apology's about thinking he really was evil. Price accepted the apology's earnestly, speaking kindly to all of them.
"Now, we aren't all bad in injury's are we? So all in all, Roach you have a nasty black eye from the punch, and I think you need you get your head checked and stitched later, Foley you hurt you knee, but Ghost patched you, and Price are you okay?" Soap asked.
"I'm good, but I think I want to take a nap when we get back" Roach said.
"And my knee feels better" Foley said.
"And don't worry about me, I just need a shower" Price said.
"And this sandwich is really good, but their lacking butter" Meat said.
"Roach, sorry again about punching you. I was just really Hungary" Price said, and Roach offered him a smile.
"Now as I think of it, speaking of showers, I want you all to take one when we get back" Price said, taking note on everyone's dirt covered faces. Everyone agreed.
Gaz came over and sat next to Price. "I missed ya buddy! Did you know that Soap was the same as you? He didn't even give me watermelon!" Gaz complained. Price looked at Soap.
"Good for you Soap! I knew I could trust you! But know you don't have to worry, I have it covered. First thing in the morning were gonna go to court and get bloody Makarov!" He said.
"Agreed" Everyone said. Now, they had some time to rest before they reached the base. Most of the men slept, except for Price, Soap, Ghost, and Nikolai.
"It's getting late. 11:00pm. Maybe showers will have to wait till morning" Price murmured, Looking at Gaz, who had fallen asleep by his side and had his head rested on Price's shoulder.
"I agree. Do we have to get up to early tomorrow?" Ghost asked.
"Yes" Price replied merrily. "I am exited to put you all to work. Oh but Soap, your coming with me to court. Ghost, I'm gonna put you in charge of supervising warm ups" Price said.
"Okay" Ghost said, before mountainously yawning and closing his eyes underneath his balaclava.
"And then there were three" Soap softly spoke. Price nodded.
"Were here" Nikolai said. "Almost landing. I suggest you wake them all up"
Price gently shook Gaz, while Soap woke Ghost. After that, the four of them woke up the rest. They all stumbled off the chopper, some supporting others.
"It's been a long day, showers can wait. Now get to bed, all of ya!" Price said, swatting at Worm, the one nearest him.
"Sir, the stuff for your office was originally going to be thrown out but I saved it. You can find it in the attic" Soap said, before leaving to go to the barracks.
"Hey Soap, are you happy not to be captain?" Ghost asked. Soap thought for a moment, before nodding.
"It sure feels nice not to undergo such pressure. I now know why Price is so strict and gets fustraighted. Now lets go to sleep" Soap said, and so they did.
The next day, Everyone got up at 5am and took showers. After eating a big breakfast, Soap and Price went off to court. Everyone was eager to hear results after the court battle. Hopefully Makarov would pay. Ghost put them all to workk exercising and running, along with some target practicing.
"Hey Ghost, can I please have a water break?" Kamarov asked, Worm by his side. Ghost looked up from his sniper.
"fine, fine, but hurry up ya lazy muppets!" He said, trying to sound intimidated, which worked well because of his skull mask.
"Hey Ghost, remember when you guys first came here?" Gaz asked. Ghost looked up again, recalling the distant memory.
"I do. I thought all these guys were gonna be arses" He laughed.
"Oh yeah? All of us thought you guys were crazy. We were creeped out of you mostly" Gaz said, grinning.
"Me? That's awesome! What did you say about me behind my back?" Ghost asked with interest.
"Oh you know, just how weird you were, and we wondered how everyone who was new too, seemed to be fine around you. You know we were all freaked out about who had to share a bunk with you! Luckily, Soap got it. Man he sure was scared!" Gaz went on and on.
"I guess I was a bit...creepy. I'm just glad I met Soap. He's my best friend now!" Ghost said proudly.
Only three hours later, Soap and Price got out of a truck. Everyone ran up to them.
"How was it? What did they say? What's happening to Makarov? Were you proved innocent?" Were the questions asked. Price held up his hand.
"Now, now. Heres what happened. Makarov was going to serve ten years in Prison, but he escaped. I am innocent, but...I'm afraid that for the next week, you will all help rebuild the Prison, and catch some of the top murderers who escaped.
"But-but it wasn't even us who did it! It was Shepard's other army!" Nikolai said.
"I know, I know. But Shepard is crazy, he had no idea what he was doing. He's our general and we respect him by cleaning up his messes" Price lectured all sighed, but agreed. And so Price was innocent, and the team was all fine. Just a bit grumpy because they had to clean the place and catch evil prison immates, but besides that, it was all good.
Extra: Two weeks later
Price was on his way down to the kitchen, going for his late night coffee. He stopped when we heard sobbing. It seemed to be coming from the kitchen, so he quickly ran over to the door, opening it. In their was a big surprise.
Gaz was sitting on the floor, propped up against the counter. around his was dozens at watermelon grinds, mostly eaten. Gaz was sobbing, trying to eat more watermelon. Melon juices were dibbling down his chin, soaking his shirt. Puke that was all watery and pink was on the floor, clearly resembling barfed up watermelon.
"Gaz" Price whispered, running over.
"M-more. M-melon! I-I want it!" He wailed as Price took his piece of melon away.
"C'mon now Gaz. Let's get you cleaned up and to bed" Price said, actually worried about his best friend. This looked serious. The end? Of course not!
Next chapter shall be good: Gaz goes to rehab, suffering vividly pensive fruit addiction side effects. Hope you all review!
