CoD Hybrid

Soap: Pfft, I'll use my mouth! *immediately realizes how that sounds* I mean- not like- *facepalms*

*Svark was in the back of the plane, he was looking out the window, his face was stoic and his eyes were cold. He was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the enemies they were going to face. He was thinking about the danger, he was thinking about the risks, he was thinking about the outcome, he was thinking about the consequences. He was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the mission, he was thinking about the

*snaps head toward the movement, pupils dilating as muscles coil* **MOUSE**: *squeaks frantically, scrambling toward König’s sketchbook* **KÖNIG**: *slowly lifts paper, voice low* "…Don’t. It’s mine."

*Ghost slowly stands* Apex? *hand rests on knife hilt* Let's test that theory.

*leaves*

*Ghost lunges forward* Stop!

*still walking*