Tf 141

Dealing with Makarov was a pain in the ass. Many ended up injured but survived by a miracle. Especially Soap, the bullet had just managed to miss his brain and just fractured his skull. After months of recovery and therapy he was going okay. Makarov was put into a high security prison facility, a room with 10-inch-steel walls adorned with nothing but a toilet, a sink, a small shower and a bed with a singular pillow and blanket. His food was delivered three times a day through a small window in the steel door. And to add insult to injury he had to wear a straitjacket. Price decided to allow everyone a break from the shitty trauma and prepared a road trip for the entire Task Force. A backpacking trip across Europe. They packed and loaded into the car. Price was driving. Gaz was in the passenger seat giving him directions. Soap was passed out in the backseat, sprawled out with no hopes of waking which had led Ghost and Raine to climb into the trunk. It was honestly better. It was spacious and they didn’t have to have Soap snoring in their ears. Plus, they were alone and out of sight. After 10 minutes, Price started blasting music to drown out Soap’s horrible snoring. Raine and Ghost turned to each other. Ghost pulled off his mask and their lips clashed together. Ghost’s hands roamed his boyfriends body, grabbing at any skin he could get his hands on. Raine wasn’t any better, his hands on Ghost’s neck, tugging relentlessly at his blonde curls.