Soap rushed over to Ghost and ripped off a part of his shirt.
"You're gonna be fine, LT. Jist hang in there," he said, as he wrapped the fabric around his shoulder.
"Soap, this is Price. How copy?" The Captain said over comms.
"Price, Ghost has been bit by one of those 'people' we're supposed to take doon!" The Scot shouted frantically into comms.
"Don't you mean, he was hit?" Gaz said into the radio.
"I ken what I bloody fuckin' said!"
'I can't lose Simon. I never got to tell him how I feel about him. I have so many more jokes to share with him. He told me he'd teach me how to make tea, the way he likes it. Now, I'll never get to do it!'
John's thoughts were spiraling.
"Johnny..." Simon's weak, gargly whisper snapped Soap out of his thoughts.
"Ghost, are ye alright?" He asked.
"I feel... cold... but warm, at the same time..."
"You'll be fine, LT. Jist let me—"
"You need to run, Johnny..."
"Run? Why would I need to run from ye?"
"Just—" Before Ghost could finish, a sharp pain started up in him. He wrapped his arms around his midsection and curled up. Then, he started convulsing.
"Ghost? LT?! Simon?! What's happening?!" Ghost looked up at John, and his eyes weren't their normal syrupy brown. They were pale grey. "Simon...?" The Sergeant started to back away slowly. Ghost growled as he stood. He pulled off his mask, and walked towards Soap.
Then, a noise was heard from behind the Scot, so he turned his head to look... Which was a bad move, because Simon lunged at him with his teeth bared. John closed his eyes and welcomed death... But...
KRAK!
Thud.
After a moment of not feeling anything tear into him, he slowly peeked one eye open. On the ground was Ghost... Or what was Ghost. Gaz carefully walked up to John.
"Bloody hell. Was that—?"
"Aye, it was."
"You said he got bit?" Kyle asked, to which the Scot nodded.
"I think we need to talk to Laswell about this," John said with a huff.
"I agree." Then, Price ran up to the two Sergeants.
"What the hell just happened?" He asked, as he looked down at Simon's body.
"Sir, Ghost got bit, an' he tried tae attack me—"
"But I shot him," Gaz finished.
The three men looked down at the Lieutenant.
"This is th' moment when th' supposedly dead man comes back t' life, fer one last scare," Soap muttered.
"This isn't a bloody horror movie, Soap! He's not gonna come ba—" Before Kyle could finish his sentence, Ghost sat up with a groan. He rubbed his forehead. Gaz screamed and shot him again.
"Oh, what the fuck, Kyle?!" The Brit shouted, as he grabbed the gun from him and bent it in his hands. Price and Soap raised their weapons and aimed them at him.
"Ghost, I don't wanna have to kill you—"
"I'm already dead."
"—But if you pull a stunt like that again, I won't hesitate to put a bullet through your fuckin' skull."
~~
Skip ahead a bit, the group went back to base, but Simon was put in a bullet-proof glass room. Gaz, Laswell, Price, and John all muttered to themselves about what happened and what to do, from the observation room.
When Kate, Price, and Kyle left, John stayed and watched his Lieutenant sit in the glass room, picking at his fingernails.
"Y'wanna talk, Johnny?" The Brit asked.
"I-I dinnae ken what to say, if I'm bein' honest... which, I am."
Ghost hummed, then continued to pick at his nails.
"Don't challenge Death to a pillow fight," he said after a moment.
"Why?" John huffed.
"...Unless you're prepared for the reaper cushions."
"At least ye still have yer twisted sense of humor, LT."
"Another?"
"Sure, why not?"
