feel free to blame me for the wait on this chapter - we went on a road trip to idaho for a few days and my ipod was outta internet so i had no way to upload this~ it's not THAT funny because it really only took like 10 minutes for us to write it e_e ~ last part of soap's spree before they leave the estate for good.
~ and this week will be another longish one for update since rainbow has to take care of her horse so im left alone to get ideas xD
Done like dinner!
- Lightyouapie
Soap drug the knife up along the edge of a picture, cutting the face of a younger makarov in half.
"Just hold still-" he shouted, stabbing another picture frame. "For one go damn second!"
He whirled at the doorway once he heard a small cough.
Roach walked into the kitchen only to meet a cascade of flour fly down his throat which in turn made him cough.
"What...the...hell?"
He wiped the powder off his eyes, opening them to see Soap charging straight at him with a large butcher knife raised straight above his head.
"Roach! Take cover!"
The Sargent only had time to blink and take half a breath before Soap had knocked him to the ground, one hand clasped tightly around his mouth.
"Shh." the captain nodded to a little black dot that had floated onto Roach's shoulder.
"Fly..."
Soap raised the knife quickly and Roach just about peed his pants.
Ghost took in what was happening from his spot behind the newspaper barricade. Price sat next to him with a camcorder, recording everything that was happening.
"You really think this is a good time?" the lieutenant snapped. Price shrugged in return, nodding to the captain as he body-slammed roach into the wood floor.
Ouchers.
"You think we outta help him?"
Price pressed the zoom button before shrugging.
"You're the almighty ninja." he drew his eyes away from the mini screen to give Ghost a 'helpful' look. "Figure it out."
The lieutenant growled before rubbing his temples. 15 minutes in an apocalypse with Price being the only other person within a 500 mile radius would give him enough time to strangle the elder... then shove him in a fridge... then light it on fire before pushing it off a cliff-
"Fly go away..." Ghost swatted at the air which caused the black to spin in a circle.
Wait... Fly...
Soap choked on a fly...
Then he yelled something about killing it...
Then he went all psycho on the coffee machine...
The pieces all fit together.
Ghost leapt to his feet. "Price! Flyswatter! Stat!"
The captain turned to give Ghost an irritated scowl. "What the hell do I look like? A Fuckin' nurse?"
He launched the neon green fly-killer at the masked man before retreating to the living room.
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Roach was frozen with fear. Soap had finally snapped.
And who was the unlucky soul who would turn into confetti next?
Him.
"Roach. Hold. Still." Soap gestured to the small dot that had floated to the side of the sargent's face. The knife that was falling quickly dove to the side, missing the fly entirely - yet managing to stab part of Roach's hair in the process.
"whoops." the captain let off a sheepish grin. "missed him again."
The fly flew in a taunting circle directly in front of Roach's nose. On it's third lap it was smacked out of the air and into an abandoned glass of kool-aid by an annoyed soilder.
"Damn bug... Interrupted my game." Meat huffed before looking at the two men.
"Urrr... no questions dude i promise." he pointed a finger slowly to their position before bolting back into the living room.
"uhh Soap?"
the captain turned his attention to the other.
"Can you get offa me?"