As the four men walked inside the living room, the one with a mohawk haircut took off his helmet, throwing it on the coffee table, letting out a loud relived groan.
"Sick, sick!" He said, stretching his arms. "we fuckin' did it lads!"
"Faster than I have anticipated." A masked man said, letting himself fall on the couch, spreading himself on it. "Good work boys."
"We should celebrate." The mohawk man said.
"Oh yes! There's a strip club close enough, we could go have a drink and enjoy some show." Another man said, his skin darker than the others, and he looked smaller than them as well.
"A srip club, Gaz? No fuckin' way." The masked man said, shaking his head.
"Oh come on, it's gonna be fun. We don't kill a big ass terrorist and save the world every day."
"Soap, that's straight up our job."
"Job that should be celebrated every time, who knows when will we die?"
"Nah Soap is right, Ghost, we need to have some fun from time to time." Another man said. He was tall and pale, his hair getting messy after taking off his helmet.
The Ghost faced man sighed loudly.
"Alright, but I won't promise I'll stay too long there."
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Achroous| a Simon 'Ghost' Riley fanfiction
FanfictionAchroous(adj)= colorless; achromatic content warning: mention of: - addictive substances - blood - trauma - murder, getting quite descriptive - torture, also descriptive - suicide may (and by may I mean will 100%) contain strong language and sexual...
