Jealousy At Its Finest

Chapter One

(There will be spoilers of the game in this story. Also I used google translate so please spare me XD)

One night, team 141, including Alejandro and Rodolfo, decided to go out in celebration of their recent victory with a mission. The bar was the most voted, their usual hang out spot. Everyone headed inside but Soap and Ghost. The scot claimed that he had an important call he had to make. Ghost on the other hand, he was always by Soap's side, like a guard dog. The others left the two alone, heading inside into the warmth. They sat at their usual spot, ordering drinks for themselves and even getting some scotch and bourbon for the missing two. While they waited for their teammates, they chatted for a bit. During the conversation, Gaz had gone strangely quiet. He seemed distracted by something or someone. Next to them was a young woman, maybe early to mid twenties if he were to guess. She had long black hair with front bangs, bright hazel eyes, and light make-up. She wore a red top that hung off her shoulders, a knees length black skirt, a black choker along with a pearl necklace, and black heeled boots. She was beautiful. Men and women around the bar had their eyes on the lady, silently admiring her features. One man decided to make a move and take the challenge, approaching her from behind. The man looked around his early thirties, not very put together. Gaz watched in interest, wondering how his attempts would go. "Hello gorgeous. Mind if I buy you a drink?" Gaz held back a laugh at the basic attempt. "No thanks." She politely declined, speaking smoothly with a thick accent. "Come on. Passing on a free drink?" The woman giggled to herself, rolling her eyes. "You're barking up the wrong tree. Bonne tentative cependent. (Good attempt though)" The different language seemed to edge the man on, his eyes practically lighting up in interest. "Oh, you're not from around here. Explains the accent." The woman giggled, "French." The man hummed, a smirk forming on his face. "France huh? Heard you ladies love baguettes. I could gladly give you one back at my place." The woman's face scrunched up at the comment, knowing well what he was hinting to. "Seriously? Leave me alone please." The other didn't give up. "Come on, I was joking. I have quite the humor. They get better I promise. Just have a few drinks and chat with me. Then maybe we could take the conversation to my place." "No." The man leaned closer. "Come on. It'll be fun." "I said no. So back off perv." The man seemed taken aback by the reply. "Perv? Who the hell are you calling a perv?" His voice raised towards the end of the sentence. Gaz was not fond of the conversation or how the guy was talking to her. So, he decided that it was best to step in. "Hey, she said back off. Just leave the girl alone." That earned a smile from the woman. "Mind your own business, you prick." The rising argument gained the rest of the team's attention. "What's going on?" Asked Price. "None ya, fish boy." The man returned his attention to the woman, reaching over and grabbing her arm. "Just make things simple lady." The others were about to punch his teeth in but the woman beat them to it. She punched him in the face. When his grip loosened, she took the opportunity to twist his arm. With a firm push, she had him against the bar. "If you ever lay your filthy hand on me again, I will break every bone in your fucking body, starting will your arm." She then backed off, giving the man enough room to rightfully stand and scurry away. "Damn nice hit." Gaz complimented. "Merci. (Thank you) I learned from an old friend. He works in the military." She stated proudly. "What branch?" Price asked out of curiosity. "Army. I haven't talked to him in a while. He was dealing with some huge things but I haven't heard from him since. I'm sure he's still fighting. He's strong. My father use to spar with him before he joined the army. He needed the tips and tricks since my father served. He had the skills, even impressed my dad. I wanted to learn but he was too worried I'd get hurt. But mon ami (my friend), he believed I needed to know self defense for situations like this." They knew how important self defense was, especially for woman. "Hey, do you mind if I join you for now? Vous semblez tous gentils. Pas comme ce monstre perves. (You all seem nice. Not like that perverted freak.)" "Not at all. My name is John Price but please call me Price." The rest of the team did their introductions. "My name is Amelie. It's a pleasure to meet you." They chatted for a while, getting to know more about Amelie. It wasn't long before the doors to the entrance opened, Ghost and Soap walking in. "You missed quite the show, hermanos." Alejandro stated. "Shit really?" Soap approached them, Ghost close behind. Price looked at Amelie, "Don't mind them. This is Ghost and-" "Johnny?" Amelie looked shocked. "Amy?" "Oh my god!" She stood, running over to Soap then giving him a hug. "It's been so long! Regarde toi (Look at you)!" She backed off a bit, looking him over. "Aye and you're still a migit." Amelie playfully hit his arm. "So, you two know each other." Alex stated the obvious, a smirk on his face. "Oui! He's the old friend I spoke of. But damn he's grown." She turned to Soap. "You're like a skyscraper." "Nah, you're just short." Price chuckled, "You should see Ghost." He pointed out the man that stood menacingly behind Soap. "Holy-wait! Le masque tête de mort! Est-ce lui? (The skull mask! Is that him?)" Soap only understood bits and pieces, still learning French. "Aye now quiet you gnome." "Gnome? Dites-le encore et je vais vous balancer! (Say that again and I'll snitch on you!)" "You'd better not." Ghost looked between the two, his gaze darkening. Alejandro nudged Rudy's arm. "Alguien se está poniendo celoso. (Someone's getting jealous.)" "Sí, ella también lo llamo Johnny. Solo Ghost puede lograrlo. Parece que ahora tiene un retador. (Yeah, she she called him Johnny. Only Ghost can pull that off. Seems like he has a challenger now.)" Alejandro laughed. Amelie started to gather her things. "Well, I don't want to be much more of a bother. I should get going anyway." She pulled out a business card from her purse, holding it out to Soap. "My number changed so call or text me with this number. See you later, Johnny." She waved them goodbye before leaving. "She's a tough one." Said Price. "Aye. Always been." They continued their night, Amelie being on Soap's mind the entire time.

(I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Thank you all for reading! I apologize if any of the translations are wrong.  I used google translate XD)