Ghost Dog woke up, stuck and handcuffed to a metal chair. He was in a concrete room, with nothing by a table, light bulb, door, and a one way window. He knew this scene all to well, thanks to being captured, interrogated, and tortured by enemies and the CIA. He shook his heads at the thoughts and the memory loss. All he could remember was Price, Chiefs office, all the agents ganging up on him, him winning, getting ready to shoot someone, and the blackness. After a few more shakes, he remembered her. Ghost dog started to thrash around in his seat, trying to escape.
"Let me outta here. Let me kill that useless excuse for animal flesh." Ghost Dog shouted at the top of his lungs.
On the other side of the window, were Ghost Dogs friends and betrayers. Keswick, Kitty, and Chief looked at their friend, shocked and scared at his attitude and behavior. Hannah sat in one of the chairs her head in her hands, scared, ashamed, and frightened. Price leaned against the wall, one leg over the other, eyes closed, arms crossed, and a lite cigar hanging in his mouth. He seemed totally calmed at the current situation. Chief then turned to Price.
"Price. Mind explaining what the hell just happened?" Chief asked the veteran solider. At this, Kitty and Keswick turned their attention to Price, while he got up from his leaning position and took the cigar out of his hand. But before he could speak, there was a loud banging sound. Everyone but Price jumped up and looked at the interrogation window. There Ghost Dog stood, un-handcuffed and punching the window with fierce determination.
"I hear you motherfuckers breathing and talking in there. Let me out and I 'MIGHT' just let you all live." Ghost Dog exclaimed, still punching the window. Trying to make it break.
"Better hope that glass can take the might of a atomic bomb. Because if not, then your all dead." Price informed with a smirk, before taking a drag of his cigar, and blowing the smoke high into the air.
"Price this isn't a game anymore. Why is Ghost Dog acting like this and what did she do to him? Start explaining!" Chief asked and demanded, while pointing to the gray cat in question. Price glared at the insect that people considered as a chief. Price looked around in thought, before looking back at Chief.
"Ok, first things first. You have absolutely 'NO' authority over me. You may have authority over Ghost Dog, but he can quit and go back to the Rangers or the C.I.A." Price started to list off. Then turned his attention to Hannah. "You want me to tell them the truth and the real story. Or, your bullshit of a lie and story?" Price questioned. As this she gave a sigh.
"Price I keep telling you. It wasn't supposed to happen like t-." Hannah started to say, only for Price to interrupt her.
"I swear to any god Ghost Dog prays to, or believes in I will kill you if you finish that sentence. That's all we've been hearing the past few years, and I'm getting sick of it. So let me tell the story, or else." Price threatened her, not playing around anymore. She could only nod her head, while lowering it. Price nodded at seeing this, and turned to the others. "Ok, here's the short but true version. We start off on a ship called the USS Valkyrie. Ghost Dog, Hannah, and five other soldiers by the names of Recker, Irish, Pac, Spy, and Ape were sent to Singapore to destroy the Changi Airport in order to prevent the PLA to continue there air strikes. They got in boats, along with other soldiers and sailed to the shores of Singapore. When they made it to shore, they were ambushed and fought their way out. Made it a highway, and continued fighting. Then a tank crew were killed so Ghost Dog and his team took their place. They took the Abraham tank, fought through the city, and made it to the airport. They destroyed some of the airport, but the tank was destroyed. The seven escaped, alive. But only for Hannah to betray them and PLA soldiers to capture them. Then the six were brought to a prison in the mountainous on of Tibet and were interrogated. Ghost Dog, Ape, and Spy were in a room, forced to play Russian roulette. They refused, so Spy and Ape were killed. Hannah stood there, not doing anything or even looked sorry. Later Ghost Dog, a Russian prisoner by the name of Dimitri Mayakovsky, Recker, Irish, and Pac caused a prison riot and escaped. The six, now with Hannah, escaped to cable cars and made their way down the mountain. A hostile attack helicopter attacked the car, sending it down. Dima is killed, and the reaming six escape and meet a friendly group of soldiers that bring them back to the Valkyrie. When there, Ghost Dog explained everything to the general that was in charge at the time. Guy didn't bloody care, but the solders did. Most of the soldiers, Ghost Dog included chased Hannah around the ship, only for a friendly Chinese helicopter to come and rescue her. But, before she left Ghost Dog swore revenge to kill her, the next time they met." Price explained to them. This had shocked the three immensely. They knew some of Ghost Dog's stories, but this was one of the most tragic. They looked towards Hannah, who's head was hanging down, obviously ashamed at what she had done. But their attention was brought to Ghost Dog, who was still pounding on the glass that separated them. Already, cracks were starting to form where he kept hitting. "Damn that window is weak." Price stated with a chuckle.
"Price. Do something, please." Chief told and pleaded him.
"Alright, alright. Keep ya brigades up, I'll handle him." Price told them, before walking out the door.
(Interrogation Room.)
Dudley continued to punch the window. His hands were getting sore, bruised, and possibly bloody. But he didn't care. He need to kill her. He promised Ape and Spy before they died that he would, and he would never break a promise. Dudley was so caught up in punching the window, that he didn't notice the door behind him open and close. He didn't notice the presence behind him, until he felt his arms be grabbed, and pulled behind his back. Stopping his assault on the almost broken window.
"Ghost Dog, calm down. Now!" Price ordered.
"No way Price. She deserves to die." Dudley replied back, still thrashing about.
"I know that lad, and I totally agree. But you can't kill her, at least not on American soil. Because if word got out that she got killed on American soil, and by a American soldier/spy, then it'll spell doom for the U.S. We're already at war with the Russians. We can't afford to go to war with the Chinese and/or Japanese. Please, I'm begging ya, just relax for now." Price explained to him. It seemed to work, because Ghost Dog started to calm down, and finally stopped thrashing around so much. That's when Price let Dudley go, allowing him to turn around to face Price.
"She killed them Price." Ghost Dog whispered, his voice was filled with pain, hurt, and betrayal.
"I know she did lad. But you need to let it go...for now." Price replied back, sorrow working its way onto his face. With that being said, Ghost Dog moved past him, walked to, and opened the door. He stepped out, but not without turning to face Price.
"Fine. But know this, I never break my promises. That's rule #15. She'll live. For now." Ghost Dog informed him, before walking out of the room.
Price gave a sigh, looks like Ghost Dog brought back his Rules. A complex set of orders to follow to the 'T'. And, if you didn't. You either the shit beat out of you, or were forced to do almost undoable workouts. He looked at the window, picturing the two cats, flea, and whatever the hell Keswick was. He gave a shrug, before turning around and walking out the door.
(Watching room.)
Chief and the others watched everything through the window. After the two left, Chief turned to the two agents and scientist.
"Kitty, Hannah. Go to the jet. It should be taking off in about ten minutes. Keswick, load the coordinates of Afghanistan and Japan in the jets autopilot." Chief ordered the three. Who in return only nodded and left, leaving the Chief alone to think. He prayed everything would be alright.
(T.U.F.F Jet, minutes later. In the air)
It's been moments since the T.U.F.F Jet had token off, and already things were getting awkward. There were sixteen seats in all. Each were in a grouped of four, eight in the front, and eight in the back. Currently Dudley/Ghost Dog was sitting in the upper left section. Sitting in the window seat that faced away from the back. Price, Kitty, and Hannah were currently sitting in the bottom right seat section. Kitty and Hannah were sitting in the seats, opposite of Ghost Dogs, with Kitty on the left aisle and Hannah at the window. Price was sitting in front of Kitty, trying to keep an eye on the two, and trying to give Ghost Dog his space. After a few minutes Kitty's attention was brought Ghost Dog, but something confused her. She watched as Ghost Dog pulled a cigar and a lighter from his pocket.
"Du-." Kitty started to say, only for Price to raise his hand, silencing her. "What?"
"You are not privileged enough to say his real name." Price told her, a serious look working its way into his eyes.
"Ok. And, why may that be?" Kitty asked.
"Because Ghost Dog has a list. A list naming people he can trust with his life, or at least a secret. Once you've proven yourself, you're on the list almost for life. Once on the list, it's almost damn impossible to get off. You would need to do something unimaginably stupid, or crazy to get kicked off the list. You're prime example A." Price explained to her, before hearing the click of Ghost Dogs lighter. But before Kitty could say anything, Hannah spoke up.
"At least you know his real name. No one, not even himself, told me his name." Hannah informed them.
"Jeez, I wonder why? Besides, Ghost Dog told me the minute he saw you, he got a weird vibe from you." Price replied back.
"I told you it wasn't my fault. And, he did?" Hannah told and questioned.
That's when a knife came flying the front of the three. It flew and planted itself in in between the space of Kitty and Hannah's' heads. The three turned there attention to the knife, only for pieces of paper that were tied to the sides and butt of the knife, to roll down, revealing messages. On it/them read "It was your fault. And, yes." The three turned their attention to Ghost Dog himself, only to see as he leaned back in his chair, the now life cigar was blowing smoke above him.
"Well, he's bringing out the knives. I'm going to sleep before I get my neck slit." Price informed the two, before leaning back in his own chair and bringing the boonie hat to cover his eyes. Not wanting to suffer the same possible fate, Kitty and Hannah leaned back in their own chairs, attempting to sleep in order to pass time.
(A few hours later)
Kitty and Hannah were abruptly woken by the sound of yelling, cursing, and a 'bam'. They opened their eyes, only to see Price knocked to the ground and out of his seat, while Ghost Dog stood above him, spinning his boonie hat on his right index finger and laughing. Price got up, and snatched his hat back.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WHAT THAT FOR?!" Price asked and shouted, furious at what he just went through.
"We're landing in a few minutes. Wake the cats while I make sure everything is ok with the controls." Ghost Dog ordered, before walking away and towards the control deck, but turned around before opening the door. "And, it was funny. That's why I did it." Ghost Dog informed, before entering the room.
Price gave off a irritated grumble, while mumbling incoherent words. He turned to them, only to find that they were awake.
"Ah, you saw that? Didn't you?" He questioned with a nervous chuckle, to which they both nodded. "Well, what can I say? The guy can be your greatest friend one minute, and be the worlds biggest dick the next."
(Landing Zone)
After a few minutes, the jet finally made contact with the sandy ground outside of Firebase Phoenix. The four went to the door, only to be stopped by Ghost Dog. He then turned to Kitty and Hannah.
"Even though I hate one of you, and am mad at the other, stay close by me or Price. I don't trust the sick fucks they call male soldiers." Ghost Dog told them, before opening the door, and lowering the stair case. When successfully lowered, Ghost Dog and Price exited, leaving Kitty to look at Hannah confusingly and nervously. She only nodded, before the two exited. Ghost Dog and Price let out a sigh of relief at returning to the base. It was to long since they were last here. Ghost Dog started leading to the gate, with the three following close behind.
Some soldiers took interest in the three new and one old comers. While others paid very little to no attention. But all knew why they were here. Anyway, the four finally made it to the gate, waiting for it to be opened. A soldier seemed to rush to the gates, before opening a small box and pressing a red button. The gate started to open slowly, until it was opened enough for the four to enter. They did, and instantly felt eyes on themselves. They didn't mind though. They received looks everyday. Wither it was lust, hate, fear, envy, or killing instinct, it was pretty uncomfortable. Anyway, they continued their 'voyage' into the base, until they were approached by a wolf soldier wearing a hazmat suit.
"You must be the T.U.F.F Agents. I'm Sergeant Jake Elsen, leader of Squad 28, better known as the Hazmat Squad. Glad you could make it." Jake greeted and told, while shaking each of their paws.
"Yeah, we're the Agents. But where's the glove and gems?" Ghost Dog asked.
"Ah, there currently being put into a containment glass case in the dig site over there." Jake informed, while pointing to where a large white tent stood, soldiers wearing full hazmat suits walked in and out every few minutes. "It'll take a while to carefully remove the glove and gems, and place them into the case. I'd day about ten minutes, maybe fifteen. In the meantime have a walk around if you're new."
"Fine by me. Here are the keys to the jet for the load up." Ghost Dog said while handing him the keys to the jet. Jake grabbed the keys and nodded, before walking away and towards the tent. "Well this is bloody terrific. If any of you need me, I'll be at the pit." Ghost Dog informed them, while waling away to what appeared to be trenches.
"The pit?" Kitty questioned.
"The pit is a training course for shooting. You know, hit the tango, don't hit the civy, and try to get the best time. Ghost Dog never tried it when he was here as a Army Ranger. As far as I know." Price explained to them. The two nodded, before the three stood in silence once more, the sounds of vehicles, yelling, talking, and a basketball bouncing were the noises that filled their silence. "Well I'm going to try to find Soap. Wanna come along?" Price asked, only to receive nods of agreement.
(Barracks.)
Captain John 'Soap' Mactavish currently sighed out, before rubbing his hands over his eyes. He was tired, about multiple things in fact. The men were driving him insane, all with the pranks, fighting, and joking they did. Soap had to deal with it all, and he didn't even have his superior Captain Price here to help. Last Soap heard, Price was currently in Petropolis, keeping an eye on Dudley 'Ghost Dog' Puppy. Which was also a thing that made Soap sad. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but he missed Dudley and Price. They were his best friends, and even more so, his 'brothers'. Anyway, Soap was brought out of his thoughts, by a knock of his door.
"Come in." Soap announced, his Scottish voice getting old and gruff due to cigars and age. The door opened fast, and in popped a familiar, missed figure.
"Anyone miss me?" Price questioned, with a chuckle, while walking in the door, while being followed by two cats.
"Price!" Soap exclaimed with a large smile, and shooting up from his seat. Soap, without missing a beat, walked over to his CO, before bringing him into a friendly hug.
"I see someone missed their CO." Price chuckled, while patting Soap's back. After a few pats, they separated.
"You bet your bloody arse I missed ya. The guys have been driving me bat shit crazy ever since you left." Soap informed with a sigh. But his attention turned, to the two female cats behind Price.
"I see she's back. But, who's the new lass?" Soap stated and asked, irritated by Hannah being here, but intrigued at the new feline.
"Yup, Hannah, unfortunately is on this mission. As for the new one, she's Ghost Dog's newest partner." Price informed, before beckoning the two to enter, which they did. He then, gestured towards Kitty. "Soap, I'd like ya to meet, Special Agent Kitty Katswell." He introduced, before gesturing towards Soap. "And, Kitty, there's Captain John 'Soap' Mactavish'. But, call him Soap." With that, Soap and Kitty shook paws and claws.
"Nice to meet you." Kitty stated.
"Nice to meet you too lass. Speaking of Ghost Dog, where is he?" Soap replied and asked.
"He's at the pit." Price answered.
"Oh, well anyway, it's nice to see Ghost Dog is in good hands." Soap said with a smile, while Kitty looked awkwardly on.
"Watch out Soap, she's on the list." Price loudly whispered, saying 'list' in a small, sing song voice. At this Soap instantly stopped shaking, retreating his paw faster then you could blink.
"Oh." Soap stated, sounding both unimpressed and disappointed. Kitty awkwardly put her paw back to her side, a look of guilt in her eyes. But before anyone could speak, a ringing sound grabbed everyone's attention. Soap grabbed his phone, before answering.
"Hello?" He questioned. There was rumbling on the other side, while he nodded. "Ok, ok I'll tell them." Soap stated, before hanging up.
"That was the hazmat team. The glove and gems are all loaded up and ready to go." Soap informed.
"Thanks lad, we should go tell the lad." Price said, before he and the two cats started to leave, but were stopped by Soap.
"Wait!" He called out, causing the three to turn around. "Can I, come with you three to tell the lad. I haven't seen him for so long, and, I do not want to do paper work right now." He added with a weak, cheeky smile.
"I don't see anything wrong with it." Price said, before turning to the other two. "Is it ok with you gals?" He asked, receiving nods of agreement. He turned around once more. "Lets go." Price said with a smile, before he and the two cats started to walk away. Soap smiled, before closing the door and quickly following behind.
(Seconds later.)
The small group of agents and soldiers walked across the flat, sandy 'dunes' that was considered a military base, and towards 'The Pit'. A place where you were made or broken. 'The Pit' helped with accuracy and timing. It was littered with wooden standees of tangos and civilians. But they were surprised when most, if not, all of the soldiers surrounded it. Intrigued, they stood behind a few at the entrance and looked to who everyone else was staring at. Only to see as Dudley walked from table to table deciding on what guns to pick.
"What's going on?" Price asked to no one in particular.
"Some nut decided to challenge Ghost and his time." A bull dog soldier answered, not even paying attention to who he was answering.
"Will you hurry up?! We don't got all day." Someone in the watch box yelled. In it, stood three soldiers. One has a ghost mask(like Dudley's), one has a helmet and black balaclava, and the other had a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap. You couldn't tell what the first two were, but the third was a Rottweiler.
"You gotta think of the best load out. Gotta pick what guns feel the best." Dudley answered, as he slid a new clip into a M9, and placed it into his left holster. He looked around some more, before grabbing a Desert Eagle with Tactical Knife attachment. He started to walk towards the gate, while showing Ghost his choices. "Like these."
"Using pistols? He's taking the easy way." The Rottweiler growled.
"Uh Meat, Mactavish and Ghost only used pistols too." The balaclava soldier pointed out.
"Yeah, well, that's different. Those two are well known, unlike this no name." Meat argued back.
"Meat, you don't have a single clue." Price whispered, while Soap nodded at what he said.
"Hey, you can criticize me after I beat that time." Dudley stated, as he got into position. Two feet firmly planted on the ground, body straight, eyes peering at the course ahead. His right paw held the Desert Eagle, which was pointed and ready to fire, while his left paw held the knife by its handle.
"Ready whenever you are. Just walk trough the gate, and be ready to eat your words." Ghost replied.
Dudley only smirked, before he ran through the gate, and just as he stepped foot in, Ghost started the timer. He took a sharp right turn, before using the paw that held the knife, and latched onto the first barrier, allowing him to jump over. Before any tangos popped up, he fired three rounds left, right, and center. Three cardboard cuts of tangos, one behind a few barrels(left), one hiding behind low cover(right), and one hiding behind full cover, but with a hole in the middle(middle) popped up, before instantly going back down as the bullets contacted.
Dudley than ran in between the two barriers, before coming up on one that almost took up a large strip of the course. Three cutouts popped up, one enemy behind the barrier, one to the right, out of cover, and a civi in front of the cover. He shot the two tangos, getting throat shots as he did so, and jumped over the barrier, before he reloaded.
"Switch to your other weapon. It's faster than reloading." The helmet/balaclava soldier shouted.
"Don't tell him Roach. Let the twat, figure out for himself." Ghost snapped at the now known Roach.
He came up to two barriers, one all way to the left, and one to the right, leaving a gap in the middle. Seven cutouts came up, two civi's and the rest tangos. One tango popped behind the right barrier, while the rest popped inside a house like structure. One in the door, two on the roof, and one in a large window. One civi popped up outside and moved from side to side, while the other came up from a window all the way to the right.
He shot the tango behind the barrier, before moving up and taking care of the two on the roof. He continued by shooting the one in the window, and the one in the doorway. Dudley than entered the structure. There were three barriers. One a few feet in the front of the door, one a few feet to the right, and a small one behind it, in the corner. Five cutouts came up. Two civi's, and three tangos. One civi popped up next to the staircase, and the other, behind the barrier in front of the door. One tango popped up, moving, behind the barrier and civi. One popped up behind the barrier to the right, and the last, behind that one.
Dudley took out the moving tango, before moving a few inches, allowing himself to shoot the tangos with one shot. He reloaded, before moving up the stairs. When at the top, a tango popped exactly in front of him. With a great reflex, he used the knife to melee the tango, before the others came up. There were two barriers on the roof. One able to fit one cutout, and one that was like a small wall.
Six cutouts popped up. One civi popped up behind the single cover, and the other civi popped up behind the left of the wall. One tango popped up next too the single cover, one moved left to right against the wall, another moved left to right in front of the opening/exit from the roof, and one to the right of the wall cover. With two lucky shots, he was able to knock down all four tango cutouts.
Vaulting over the wall cover, Dudley jumped off of the roof, and as if in slow motion, changed his Desert Eagle to his M9. But he throw the knife close to the end of the pit. And, as soon as he landed, hell broke loose.
The courtyard, the last part of the pit, had a very large layout. The first row had two pieces of cover, one all the way to the right, and the other, all the way to the left.
The second row only had a medium sized wall in the middle.
Third had a destroyed car somewhere between the left and the middle.
Forth has covers on the left and right.
And, the fifth had a destroyed car in between the middle and right.
Than, the cutouts came out. Nine of them to be exact.
A civi popped up next of the wall, to the left, while another civi popped up behind it, and even two tangos. Each on either side of the civi. He took the tangos out, before vaulting over the wall and continuing. In the forth row, two tangos popped up, each behind one of the covers, and a civi in the middle. Dudley shot the two, before moving on. He started to run, and while moving, grabbed the knife out of the last tango cutout. You see, the last tango cutout popped up next to the car, on the left, And, with a good guess and throw, Dudley got it, just after he hit the ground. He than sprinted to the finish, and jumped throw an arch way, which was the finish point. Landing in a crouch, he stood up, and looked towards the three with a smirk.
"Holy shit." The Rottweiler whispered, drawing the attention from the other two.
"What is it Meat?" Ghost asked.
"Guy blew yours and Mactavish's scores out of the water." The now confirmed Meat told. them.
"Really? What was his time?" Roach questioned.
"17 seconds even." He answered, surprising and shocking the two. You see, Mactavish(Soap) had a time of 18.26 and Ghost had a time of 18.28. So, for some no name to come in and beat those times, it was a pretty big deal.
"What?!" A familiar voice shouted from the crowd. Everyone turned, surprised to see Mactavish was standing behind them. With him, was their other captain, John Price, and for some reason, two female cats "The bugger beat my time?!"
"Not just beat. Destroyed." Price laughed, while patting the 'sad' captain on the back.
"Captain Mactavish, Price." All of the soldiers saluted, while Ghost, Roach, and Meat walked up to them.
"Captain Mactavish, Captain Price, what are you two doing here?" Ghost asked.
"Oh, just checking up on the lad." Mactavish answered.
"You know him Mactavish?" Meat questioned.
"Mactavish? They don't know your call sign?" Someone questioned. They all turned, watching as Dudley walked towards them.
"Uh t-this isn't t-the time for t-that Ghost Dog." Mactavish stuttered out, surprising Ghost at the new guys identity.
"Ghost Dog?" Ghost whispered under his breath.
"Aw, come on. They know me now. It's time, they know you."
"I-I don't think so Ghost Dog."
"Whatever you say...Soap." Dudley said with a smirk, which grew when he saw the fear on Soap's face.
"Soap?" A bulldog questioned.
"Yeah. Mactavish used to drop the soap so much back in the day, soldiers thought he was a power bottom. So, they started calling him Soap." Dudley informed, drawing immature chuckles from the soldiers, and full blown laughter from a few.
"Why? Why did you have to tell them?" Soap asked with a sigh.
"...Karma." Ghost Dog shrugged, smiling as Soap sent him a death glare.
"Karma for what?!"
"...For being a dick to me when I was an F.N.G." Dudley stated. Soap stuttered for a moment, before sighing loudly.
"Fair enough."
The soldiers let out more chuckles at the argument. It was both nice and strange to see their Captain like this. It was a nice change, from his usual angry demeanor. But everyone's laughter died down, when Ghost approached Ghost Dog. They stared each other down. It was strange to them, due to not knowing why it was happening. Was it to size each other up? To make one fear the other?
"Soap! Why is this guy staring at me like...?" Ghost Dog said, before cutting himself off. "Damn, I thought I had something for this."
"I don't know. What's wrong Ghost?" Soap asked the Lieutenant.
Ghost just stood there, silent, before talking very fast, and when finished, clamped his hands over his balaclava covered mouth, surprising everyone that knew him.
"Uh, what was that?" Ghost Dog questioned, making Ghost sigh.
"I said, I was sorry for being an arse when you showed up, and I hope you can accept my apology." Ghost said, shocking every soldier there. They knew Ghost was a hardcore, badass soldier that escaped death more than is healthy. They've seen him do awful things, like torturing the enemy. And, to see/hear him apologize, it was as if the world was ending.
"Wow, never knew Ghost could turn into such a submissive bitch that quickly." Meat whispered to a White Terror, who chuckled at the statement.
"Hey, don't worry. Apology accepted." Ghost Dog with a small smirk, and Ghost could feel heat rise under his fur. Both to the embarrassment of the soldiers laughing from his apology, and the fact that the ghost dog had smiled at him. But in the end annoyance won, forcing Ghost to turn around.
"Shut the fuck up! The next one I hear laughing, I'll tear your arse apart!" Ghost growled, causing the others to immediately shut up. Ghost had built a reputation for being a serious bad/hardass. He was one not to mess with. Unless you weren't afraid of death. Like GD.
Ghost let out a sharp gasp as he felt an arm wrap around his neck, and as it pulled back.
"Whoa man, you gotta keep relaxed." Ghost Dog whispered into his ear, as he felt the guy fall to his knees. Ghost tried taking off his arm, but only failed. Dudley always believed a soldiers gotta relax once and awhile, any way possible.
"Ghost Dog." Price stated, grabbing everyone's attention. "Jet's loaded. As much as I want to stay, we gotta move out." Price informed, sadness hinted in his tone. Dudley nodded and released Ghost, allowing him to finally breathe.
"Ok, lets go." Ghost Dog said with a smirk as he made his way to and past Price, Hannah, and Kitty, who followed right away, leaving Ghost on all fours, trying to re-fill his lungs.
(Jet.)
"It was great seeing you again old timer." Ghost Dog said as he and Soap engaged in a brotherly hug. Price, Kitty, and Hannah were already buckled up. Price had already said his goodbyes, and he knew, the longer he stayed and saw everyone, the more he would want to stay.
"Been good seeing you too lad." Soap warmly returned, before they broke the hug.
"Remember, anytime you and the others get on leave, come to Petropolis. I'll hook you up with a place to stay, and I promise, adventure everyday." Dudley stated as he climbed the jets stairs.
"I might have to take you up on that offer." Soap smiled to himself, knowing that the vacation thing should be coming up soon.
"Awesome...It seems like you have a great team. Just, keep them, and yourself, alive." Dudley said as the steps retracted.
"I'll try my best, Ghost Dog."
They smiled/smirked at each other once more, and Dudley closed the door. Soap hit his leg a few times, and moved back The jet went to hover mode, retracted the wheels, and lifted off.
"You didn't tell him?" Soap asked someone, who he knew was behind him. Ghost came up to stand beside Soap, and the two watched the jet go into, well, jet mode, and took off. They watched move further away, until it was a tiny dot, and then, nothing.
"Nope. Fucking chickened out." Ghost sighed. Believe it or not, Ghost was gay. Sure he could almost any woman he wanted, before and after the scars, but none ever felt right. He did have a few girlfriends, but it never felt right. But then he dated a guy, and everything fell into place. And, believe or not, again, Ghost had a crush on GD. He couldn't tell or explain why, it was just, a feeling/emotion he couldn't get out of his head/chest. "Hmm, probably never see him again."
"Don't say that so soon Ghost." Soap chuckled as he started back to base, with a intrigued Ghost right behind his tail.
"What do you mean by that, Sir?"
"You'll see, oh you'll see." Soap chuckled, worrying Ghost just a bit.