COD, Bitches

3. Sad/Angry Ghosty and Silly Koko

"Yeah well, maybe you shouldn't rush in like a dumb ass" I rolled my eyes geting the thread out.

"Dumbass?!" Konig whipped his head over to look at me, and I glared over to him. "Lift your shirt up" I rolled my chair over to him, and he huffed as he did. His clothes were still stained with blood, and I splashed some cleaner on the huge gash over his rib cage.

He cursed at me in german, and pulled away. "Don't make me tie you down, if this donsn't get treated now, you're fucked," I grabbed on to his shirt and pulled him back. He spoke in german again, but I didn't understand.

"Konig just let her patch you up, pussy" Price leaned in the door frame. "See," I hummed, and Konig held his shirt up. He was breathing quickly, as I held the needle in my hand now, and a rag in the other.

After a minute Konig had one hand holding his shirt, and the other on my shoulder, gipping tightly. "You sure you-" He winced again. "Know what your doing?" His body twitched, and I was almost done.

"Big baby," Ghost was now sat in here as well. "Don't start, you're next" I pointed at him, and his eyes got wide as I heard Konig laugh painfully.
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"NO! NO!" Ghost shouted as he kneeled own beside me. I felt light headed, and I could feel the warm blood pooling out and covering my skin.

"Ghost," I grabbed his hand, as his searched my body. "Get me the fucking medic!" He shouted to anyone who was listening, but I still heard gun fire from inside.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Stay with me" Be begged as he had his hands pressed to the gun shot wound on my stomach. "Ghost" My voice came out as a whisper now, and he shouted again for help, before he looked back down at me.

"It's ok" I told him lifting up a hand and he shook his had fercily. "No, we're going to get you help. I'm going to save you! I should have been here. Damnit!" He pressed down on my bleeding wound.

"I didn't know you cared so much, Simon" I smiled up at him and I saw tears pricking his eyes.
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"You really think you're better?" Ghost asked me as I tied my boots. "I don't think I am. I know I am," I shurgged and stood. "Carful" I heard Price and I grinned over to him.

Ghost has his hands clenched into fists by this point, staring me down though his big scary mask. "If you want to try your luck your welcome too." I shurgged a shoulder.

"Wren," Konig chuckled, and Ghost ran at me. He threw a fist in my direction, but I quickly ducked out of the way, twisting around his body. He was large yeah, but not quick enough.

Ghost whipped around and tried to punch me two more times, but was unsucessful. I quickly jabbed a pressure point in his shoulder, and he whipped around. His ankle caught behind mine and as my legs were swpet I pressed my hands to the floor kicking up, and landing a few feet away.

As he ran at me again, I went in for the kill. I pressed a point in his neck, and one in his leg. He fell to one knee and I pulled out a dagger and held it to his throat as he was kneeling on the ground.

I heard the rest of them trying not to laugh. I had Ghost's only working arm twisted behind him as he tried to musle his way out.

"Say uncle" I hummed pressing the blade to his neck, and he grunted, still angry. "Alright," Price nodded, and I pushed away from me. He pulled himself up on a nearby table, and looked over to me, fury behind his mask.

I grinned with a nod and a bow and left the room. As I did I could hear the rest of them giving him shit.