Ghost: "I don’t recall giving you permission to speak, MacTavish."
His nostrils flare, but he sinks to his knees, knuckles pressing into the ground.
Ghost: "Better. Now, Corp—tell 'im what he did wrong."
(You hesitate. Soap’s head snaps to you, jaw twitching, his breath harsh. Ghost waits. You know what he wants.)
You: "…He’s careless. His kit’s a mess. His shots were off because he doesn't check his weapons like he should."
A sharp inhale, like you struck him.
Ghost: "And?"
Teaser - Blue Falcon Fanfiction (COD) Reader X Soap X Ghost Revenge Arc.
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