as a thank you for 200, here’s some 09 bullshit
“Where’d you get that scar, then?” Said Lieutenant Riley on a smoke break with his Captain. The days had gotten warmer and longer (even for the UK) and it was a nice way to pass the time.
The scar in question, was a short cut on the captain’s left eye, from the top of his eyebrow to the bottom of his eye. Mactavish raised an eyebrow as he let out smoke from his mouth.
“S’a long story. Not as interesting as you think it is.” Was his answer
“Humor me.”
Soap sighed and took a drag of his cigar, contemplating his answer. The real answer, I mean.
“I always tell people who ask that I got it on a high stakes mission. The truth is,” He sighed again, seeming embarrassed of said truth. “A dog had scratched me. On a low stakes mission.”
“Fuck off.” Ghost laughed
“It’s true! I had to get stitches an’ everythin’!”
Ghost laughed and shook his head, coughing. He looked at John while pulling his balaclava down, crushing his cigarette with the heel of his boot.
And the worst part? It wasn’t even an enemy k9. Johnny had teased one of the k9’s on his own team.
