It has been 3 weeks since the SAS men last saw their Xbox because of the Red Ring of Death. It hasn't been easy for them; many are starting to go insane. Only time will tell how they deal with the madness...
"So... what do you wanna do?" Ghost asked unemotionally.
"I dunno. Shoot some stuff... or something." Soap replied, just as excited as Ghost was.
"Guys, I don't know how much longer I can take it... even the watermelon isn't helping!" Gaz said. It's true, it had gotten to the point where he ate so much, the stench of the fruit followed him wherever. Griggs then walked over.
"Alright, that's it. We need to do something about this. It's been 3 weeks!"
Soap sighed. "I heard it could take up to a month. We can't do anything yet."
"Too freakin' bad! I want the Xbox back, and I want it NOW!" Griggs fumed.
"So what exactly do you expect us to do about it, mate?" Soap asked. Ghost then got an idea.
"We have to go to Microsoft and get it back ourselves!"
Soap rolled his eyes. "That's stupid, they would never listen to us-" but Gaz interrupted him.
"No, he's got a point! We're part of the military, they have to listen to us!"
"Um, I don't think it works that way. But I guess there's nothing else to do around here... What the hell, let's do it."
Griggs excitedly went to tell the others the plan, while Soap tried to figure out what to tell Price. He couldn't take everyone on this mission, that'd be too obvious. He'd take Ghost, Gaz, Griggs, Nikolai, and Roach. They'd leave tomorrow, the sooner the better. They'd show up at the repair center and get the damn Xbox back!
"So, why do you need to go to Australia again?" Price asked warily.
"I told you! There's a possibility of Makarov being there! I mean, we haven't heard from him in a while, which means he's probably just on another continent, wreaking havoc where he thinks we won't find him!" Soap said.
"I suppose... alright, but don't do anything stupid." Price then walked out of his office, and Soap silently cheered in victory. Then he regained composure as he walked out of Price's office; it was go time.
"Alright guys, get into the heli! We're off to Dublin!" Soap said. It was early in the morning, and some of the men weren't entirely awake yet.
"Why are we going to to Ireland? I'm pretty sure there's a repair center in England..." Roach mumbled.
"Because I said so!" Soap barked. "There's one in Dublin too, and I've always wanted to see Ireland."
"Yeah, you just want to get drunk," Ghost chuckled. Luckily Soap didn't hear him, because that probably was his motivation to go to Ireland...
After the helicopter ride, they were finally in Ireland. They stepped onto the ground and looked around. It seemed pretty normal, with the occasional drunk stumbling across the road. Soap went and asked for directions to the Microsoft Repair Center, so the others decided to explore a bit. They stood out, however, and people looked at them strangely. Especially Ghost, who saw a little girl and tried to smile politely at her, but then remembered she could only see his balaclava. She started to cry, and her mother gave Ghost a stern look...
"Jesus... never expected Ireland to be this hard to fit in to..." Ghost muttered.
"You just gotta act like you're one of 'em!" Gaz said. He walked up to a man. "Aye there! Top o' the mornin' to ya! Ahh, what a fine day it is... to... find pots of gold and such..."
The man looked about ready to punch Gaz when Nikolai dragged him away. "I'm pretty sure that was racist, my friend..." Gaz just looked at the ground and sniffled.
"But when I was a leprechaun for Halloween, everyone loved it... I just don't understand!" He whined. By then Soap had come back.
"I don't know what happened... but I don't really care. Let's go, I got the directions!" He mysteriously had a beer in his hand as well. And so they set off!
"Hey Soap, why didn't you get us beers too?" Griggs asked.
"It isn't cheap, you know! You want beer, buy it yourself! Now this, this is good stuff. Bloody good!" He said, downing the last bit. "Alright, we need to make another stop. I need to try some Irish whiskey."
"Soap, you've had Irish whiskey before. They do sell it everywhere." Roach reminded him.
"Yes yes, but I haven't had it in the country itself! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Soap exclaimed. The others sighed and pulled over at the nearest bar. Soap got his whiskey, and some for the road as well. This was not looking good, but Soap was their superior after all...
They finally showed up to the repair center, and they all walked in; Soap slightly stumbling.
"Alright, so how should we get it back?" Nikolai asked.
"Simple, we threaten them at gunpoint until they give it back," Gaz replied.
"Um, let's just try asking if they've fixed it first," Roach suggested. They all agreed and went up to the front desk, where there was a secretary.
"Hello, how may I help you?" She asked kindly. She had fiery red hair, put up into a bun, with the typical matching green eyes.
" 'Ello love, we'd like our Xbox back," Soap got within 6 inches of her face and smiled. She pulled away a bit, but remained calm, as though she was used to this.
"Excuse me, sorry about our friend here." Ghost kicked Soap sharply. "We just wanted to see if our Xbox has been repaired, we sent it out about 3 weeks ago."
The woman started typing on her computer. "Sure thing, what's the name you sent it under?"
"Hahaha, prolly ol' Pricey put his name on it," Soap said, swaying a bit. "Th-That's right! Captain John Price! One of the f-finest you've ever seen!" The others rolled their eyes, but the secretary found their information.
"So, you reported 3 red rings on your console?" She asked.
"Yeah, mate. Is there any way we can take it back today?" Gaz asked. The woman bit her lip.
"I'm not entirely sure... I'll have to check up on that."
Soap leaned in again. "Hey... I'll throw in a free date for ya... sound good, love?" He winked. The woman's eye twitched a bit, but she politely declined. She went to go check and see if their Xbox was there.
"Soap, you need to control yourself! We could get security called on us or something!" Nikolai warned. Soap just hiccuped and hummed a tune. The woman then came back.
"I'm sorry, but since you're from England, we don't have your Xbox here," she said. Soap then pointed a finger in her face.
"Now listen here lady! No m-matter how bloody good you look, s-sittin' there, with your, your Irish looks! N-no matter, because w-we didn't come all this way for n-nothing! So I s-suggest you give us our Xbox!" Soap yelled. The woman just sighed.
"You might want to take him home. And before he started yelling at me, I was going to say that we can just give you a brand new console. Here," She layed a box on the desk. "Brand new. Take care now," she said with a smile. Soap still sputtered out gibberish as the others dragged him away. Ghost put him in the helicopter to lay down.
"Alright, so we got the Xbox at least!" Roach said. The others cheered, and Nikolai flew them home.
As they walked through the door, Price came by. "Well look who the cat dragged in... some very unattractive mice! What brings you back so early? And why is Soap being carried in a stretcher?"
"Funny story, actually," Ghost started. "We were on the way to Australia, when we stopped by the post office, and they gave us our Xbox back. But the box accidentally landed on Soap's head. So he's sort of unconscious right now. We figured it might be best to call the whole trip off."
Price nodded his head. "Makes sense. Well, alright, you guys can start playin' Xbox tomorrow! Ahh, there you are Meat! Go get me some chicken. Atta boy," he said as he sat down on the couch. Ghost put Soap to bed, and the others set up the Xbox, chuckling at the fact that they actually fooled Price for once. What they didn't know, was that Price knew all along. He secretly enjoyed watching them play COD, and didn't mind them retrieving the Xbox. It's an excuse to pig out, why the hell wouldn't he love it?
Author's Note
hey guys! okay so i already broke my new years resolution, haha. but at least it was only 2 months this time! :D i'm getting better & better! thank you guys so much for reviewing as usual! also, i want to say that i hope i didn't offend any irish people! for the record, i am very irish as well, so i don't mind making fun of my own culture (; this chapter was fun to write; i finished pretty quickly(: but next chapter will be back to the usual awesomeness, continuing with the campaign! :D thanks again for favoriting, putting me as a favorite author, EVERYTHING! you guys are awesome! so i will have a contest! :D whoever guesses (or comes closest) my favorite line from Modern Warfare 1, i will give you a shoutout in the next chapter, whenever that comes out! :D i have two ideas of how i would give you a shoutout, so you can give me your first name, or if you're not comfortable with that, i can totally just use your username, no worries(: haha, and GazLover12 isn't allowed to play[; she knows me too well. speaking of her, i'd like to thank her a bunch for nagging me sooooo much, haha! without her there would be no Just Like Old Times! so you should check out her stories too, they're just as good, if not better, than mine! (: that's alllll for now!
~.gaz.