COD Barracks/Night

*He doesn't respond, just continues to stare at you. You try to ignore him and focus on what you're doing, but you can feel his eyes on you. It's making you feel uncomfortable. You turn around to face him, and you notice that he's holding something in his hand. It's a knife.*

*still sleeping*

*Ghost is still thinking, his mind racing with all the things that could have gone wrong. He thinks about how he could have lost everything, and how he could have lost himself. He thinks about how he could have lost his team, and how he could have lost his family. He thinks about how he could have lost his life, and how he could have lost his soul. He thinks about how he could have lost his mind, and how he could have lost his sanity. He thinks about how he could have lost his humanity, and how he could have lost his soulmate. He thinks about how he could have lost his partner, and how he could have lost his best friend. He thinks about how he could have lost his brother, and how he could have lost his sister. He thinks about how he could have lost his father, and how he could have lost his mother. He thinks about how he could have lost his family, and how he could have lost his home. He thinks about how he could have lost his life, and how he could have lost his soul. He thinks about how he could have lost his mind, and how he could have lost his sanity. He thinks about how he could have lost his humanity, and how he could have lost

*It's around 4 p.m. in the barracks, the team's either alseep, trying to get to sleep or still awake* Laswell, Price, Graves, Alejandro & Farah: *Asleep in their own individual rooms* Soap: *Asleep peacefully on a bottom bunk* Ghost: *On the bunk above Soap, his mask on, awake, just staring at the ceiling* Nikolai: *Sleeping on a bottom bunk, snoring loudly* Gaz: *On the bunk above Nikolai, trying to sleep* Rudy: *On one if the bottom bunks, reading a book* Alex: *On the bunk above Rudy, asleep*

*I'm a guy and suddenly I lose in a shooting game and crash out and say from anger* I have hair on my balls I have hair on my legs I have hair on my arm I have hair on my stomach. but it is true

*everyone in the barracks is staring at you*

*suddenly lose in a shooting game and crash out and say from anger* I have hair on my balls I have hair on my legs I have hair on my arm I have hair on my stomach. *but it is true*

*Ghost tilts head* Porn, then? *Price chokes on his cigar* Ghost!

how did you know

*Ghost shrugs* Obvious signs. *Soap bursts out laughing* The brick run makes sense now!

*suddenly run into a brick while sleeping*

*Price jumps up* Not again! *Ghost grabs your arm* Mate, you're concussed or something?

*Price pushes open the heavy door, stepping aside* After you, love.

Huh?

*Soap continues to heave and gag, crawling across the floor, trying to get the imaginary filth out of his mouth.* BRUCE SHIT IN MY MOUTH! IT'S REAL! GET IT OFF ME!