Hi I feel like a broke my spine🥰
Soap woke up, price wasn't there as he had expected. Price was a bit of a early bird. Which soap certainly was not, he hated mornings. Hated the way the sun shined beams of golden sunlight through the old busted blinds that covered the windows in the smallish rooms on base. Hated the way the birds sang at a certain time every morning, the same song, the same tune. Soap wondered how they never got tired of making the same noises every day, though most of them didn't make it to the next day. Kinda like the men he's worked with.
MacTavish sat up and crawled out of bed, stretching his limbs and listening to the satisfying cracks his bones made when he stretched his limbs a certain way.
He threw on his boots and quickly laced them tightly, and walked out of the older males room.
In the mess he saw price and ghost having a conversation.
Great.
Soap walked over to where gaz and könig had been sitting, gaz was talking about some random bs as normal. Gaz does anything to put anyone in a good more and make them feel more welcomed.
Which könig really needed. He was overwhelmed.
Mainly because of ghost and soap. Not because of something they did to him, no, because of how tense they are when around könig it makes him feel more anxious then normal.
But anyways, soap sat down beside gaz and mentally frowned when he realized how königs body language made it clear he was uncomfortable around soap.
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"Simon." Price spoke.
"Captain." The masked man replied.
"We need to talk, no this isn't about soap." Price replied and motioned for ghost to take a seat across from him as the older sat down on a bench, putting his hands on the table.
Ghost sat down and straightened his back. "This is about Sergeant Sanderson." Price spoke.
Ghosts eye widen for a second before he shook his head and took a deep breath. Why could he possibly be talking about a dead man. "He's been gone, dead, sir." Ghost mumbled.
"Negative." Price replied and straightened his back, clasping his own hands together as he made eye contact with the always masked man sat across from him, who had avoided eye contact, as usual.
"Sanderson hadn't died in the fire, he'd been kidnapped and has been found alive somewhat recently. I've asked him to join the task force." Price sighed and gave a small weak smile. "I had thought you'd be interested in that information, son." Price explained as he stood from the bench.
"Thank you, sir." Ghost replied, obvious hurt shown in his voice but price never mentioned it. He knew roach was a sensitive topic to bring up, around not just ghost but just about everyone that knew him.
"Sanderson's still a good kid, the second I got in contact with him he was asking about you. He cares about you." Price informed the Brit as he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "He'll be here sometime next week." He spoke as he gave ghost a pat on the back and walked over to the door to leave the room, most likely going outside to smoke. There's a very strict rule at base about smoking indoors.
König is very grateful for this rule, he hates the smell of smoke. Specifically from cigarettes.
'Roach has been alive this whole damn time.' Ghost thought to himself as he placed his head in his rough hands, letting out a sigh and fighting back tears.
He can't tell if this is a dream come true or a nightmare.
I didn't know where I was going with this but here
