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Bonus chapter II: Rora and TF-141 playing UNO

Bonus chapter II:

Rora and TF-141 playing UNO

The team loaded onto the plane that came to pick them up from Las Almas. Rora sighed as the air inside seemed so much cooler inside than the hot Mexican air outside, sweat already dripping down right next to her spine. She hated being this hot, and her full gear did nothing to let her skin breathe.

"Thank fuck we're leaving," Rora sighed as she pulled her vest off her body, eager to lose some layers. She didn't even care about the boys anymore, she just wanted to cool off.

"I'm going to miss them," Soap frowned, his eyes lingering at the ramp. He had such a great time here, Rora almost felt bad for tearing him away. But they had a bald fucker to hunt down, and she was ready to kick MacTavish's ass if he would delay their mission any further.

"I'll keep you entertained," Rora smiled at him, already having a plan in mind. "You guys up for some games?"

"What games?" Gaz asked from the corner, his head snapping towards them with a curious glint in his eyes."With a beaming smile on her face, she pulled out a deck of cards from her velcro pocket, waving it around in the air for the others to see. It was the same cards they played a few nights ago, which caused Johnny to groan out loud.

"Not those bloody things again!" Soap threw himself on the bench on the left, shaking his head at the woman. Gaz raised an eyebrow at the pair, feeling left out of their inner jokes.

"I told you I'll beat your ass!" Rora skipped towards him, the ground shifting under her feet as they rose from the ground. She got used to planes and helicopters so much that it didn't even make her sway that much.

"Lt., save me from this She-Devil," Soap pleaded as he turned his head towards Ghost. Both of them watched as he set his rifle down on the opposite bench, barely glancing their way. "I feel like dying."

"Dramatic ass," Rora kicked his boots, settling beside him as she pulled out another card from her pocket. This time it was a much more familiar card, Uno plastered on the front of it.

"How many more do you have?" Soap chuckled, shaking his head at her. "Like a fucking wizard, I swear."

"I have many tricks up my sleeve, Soap-boy," Rora sang, him releasing another light laugh at the newfound nickname. Her eyes involuntarily wandered over to the tall shadow lingering a few feet away from them. "Care to join us, lieutenant?"

Her teasing tone caught his attention, taking a glance at the pair, and Gaz soon joined the two. Rora sat on the cold floor for more space so they couldn't cheat off of each other. Price was currently busy talking with their pilot, but Rora planned on including their Captain, too. She knew how seriously he took Uno.

"C'mon, Lt.," Soap egged him on, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "It will be fun!"

The look they received from Ghost said otherwise. Rora was ready to take back her offer, the threatening look in his eyes from the mountains still clear in her mind. Ghost wasn't the person to mess with, that was clear as day. But he was a person at the end of the day, and people needed some fun in their life. And Rora was one of those people who never let someone linger alone, she always at least made an effort to bring a group together.

"I'll clean all your weapons if you win," Rora offered, feeling like that was a pretty good offer. Personally, she didn't like cleaning guns and stuff; it was a tedious job and she didn't have the patience to sit still and clean for hours. And Ghost usually carried more weapons, so it would take even longer. He seemed to consider her offer.