Ghost and König Meet Their Match

Chapter Eleven

When you and Johnny found yourself in Price's office, just moments after his little 'accident', you expected yelling. Discipline. Beratement for each of your actions and being out after the technical curfew that was really never enforced.

What neither of you expected, however, was for him to slam a folder down on his desk that he sat behind, eyeing the two of you as you both stood on the opposite side across from the Captain. Your and Johnny's instinct was to reach for the file, a twitch in your movements that neither of you finished acting upon as you held your military stance. You dared twitch an eye in Johnny's direction, noticing some sand still on his leg and you urpressed an eyeroll. You hald told him to clean up before you both came in here.

Price spun around in his chair, turning to the shelf behind him to grab something off of it, shifting through things on the top of the wooden furniture. You quickly reached a hand out towards Johnny and brushed the sand away before Price could notice it and comment on Johnny's appearance. Johnny, being the well-trained personnel he is, ignored it without so much as a glance in your direction. You righted yourself in just enough time to allow John to turn back to both of you without batting an eye, eyes still trained toward the desk below him.

He didn't even look up from what he was writing next to the file, his favorite pen in hand that he had been looking for behind himself, "I saw the sand and I saw you wipe it off, Sinner."

Damn it. How does he see literally everything?

"By being a good soldier," He replied as if he could read your mind, you shut your mouth before it could let the protest escape between your lips. "Now, I know you two were likely expecting something more along the lines of a punishment or a week wiping down mess tables, you two are lucky this time because there is something more important that I need you two for in the meantime." Price finally picked up the folder and tossed it towards you both, you snatching it out of the air before Johnny could.

You flipped through the folder, skimming the files as the muscle memory came back to you, you used to do this exact same thing in this office, in this exact same group. This was a mission file you were going over, something that was no stranger to you or your fingers as you skimmed the pages. Your head snapped up at John's confession, handing Johnny the manilla folder, as you quickly lost interest in the nitty-gritty details.

"I'm here on bomb detection, not contracted to do missions." You were confused, this wasn't what you were meant to do here, your worry evident in how your weight shifted between your feet.

Price heaved a heavy sigh, lighting a smoke between his lips, which led you to realize just how stressed he was. "I contracted you back here for whatever I need to be done. The last explosive before your arrival took out our best hand-to-hand combat corporal and you're even better than they were. You three will handle this mission, you have the best skill set for it."

"The three of us?" Johnny looked up and at you then Price.

"Mm. Ghost will be leading this mission." Price ashed his smoke out on the ash tray.

That shocked you more than it did Johnny, "Ghost?!"

He shot his eyes toward you, narrowing them in a way only Price could that would make you want to squirm. "Are you questioning my decision-making skills on this mission?"