In which the 141 wonders why people call Idris 'four'.
The three soldiers sat watching the boy tend to a tall, slender grey horse with mottled dappling running up from its legs. It was impressive how close the pair seemed; one might forget that the horse was not human.
“Why’d you reckon they call him four then?” it was Gaz. He had broken the silence. Glancing over at the other two, squinting slightly to ward off the desert sun.
Soap was quick with a witty reply. “Obviously, numbers one ta’ three were taken," granting a snigger from Gaz. However, when they looked to Ghost for a reaction, he didn't offer anything, only staring at the horse and rider. The animal was now nudging into the man’s pockets, assumably for any form of treat that may be hidden. Gaz had been horrified when he reached into Idris’ pack for something, and instead of an extra mag, he pulled out a fist full of oats. Only to be told that was most likely an old treat that had been crushed into bits and discarded in the bottom.
“He’s Death.” the grunt from the man in the skull mask was barely audible, and he was still watching.
“Not sure I follow, lieutenant?” Gaz raised an eyebrow and glanced at Soap, who was equally confused.
“When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, "Come." I looked, and behold, an ashen horse, and he who sat on it was called Death.”
There was silence for a moment. “Did ya just quote the fookin’ bible lieutenant?” Soap's utter disbelief was evident. “Did he just quote the fookin’ bible?” He was asking Gaz now, who only shrugged.
“It’s what the Russian soldiers called him.”
“Jesus Christ, Farah! Don’t sneak up on a man like that!” Soap almost jumped from his seat at the sudden appearance of the woman.
“Now, who’s quoting the bible?” Ghost said, and Soap rolled his eyes.
Ignoring them, Farah continued. “A shame you haven’t seen him scrub blood off of Sabah’s fur yet. He may look like a boy, but he is not, so I’d appreciate it if you stopped babying my soldier.” The stern tone was meant for Soap, who had refused to call Idris anything other than ‘wee lad.’
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