COD - Aftercare

*The whole team is staring at Soap, except for Ghost, who's busy trying to get Price to go on a date with him.* Ghost: Price, are you coming or not?

Laswell: Now, how about you take a little break from work and come with me? I'm going to take you to get some ice cream.

Atlas: Well, with the time Ive been here, we've concluded; roach has rabies, I ate a bagel, I have rules about personal space, I'm an 80 year old British lady, I'm an alien, and the TV remote is more of a threat than the rest of your men. **I don't think you've missed much**

*Price stares* What the hell? *Ghost snorts* Sounds about right.

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*Ghost's smile grows wider as he reads the words, and he looks up at Price.* Ghost: How did she know? Price: She must have heard you talking about it. She's a smart girl. *Ghost nods, still smiling. He looks down at the drawing again, and his eyes well up with tears.*

*His breathing is ragged, his eyes darting between you and the cat. The fear is quickly replaced by cold fury.* It's a disgusting pest. And you're acting like a child. *He turns on his heel and storms out of the room.*

*smirks*

*Soap lets out a low whistle, shaking his head with a small, amused smile.* Bold move, mate. I've never seen him move that fast.