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Shite!
Johnny chanced a quick look at the wound itself.
Good news, it wasn’t bleeding profusely and it seemed to be on the more superficial end (he thinks, he isn’t some bloody doctor). Bad news, it was just enough blood for it to be concerning.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
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Another day, another mission gone wrong. While 141 is out in the middle of a freezing ass forest to gather intel, Johnny gets injured. It's not like it could get any worse, right?
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Ghost exhaled through his nose and turned on his heel. Letting Price and Gaz handle the welcome party. He had real work to do.
Behind him, he heard Soap chuckle. "He always that friendly?"
Price’s reply carried just far enough, "You’ll have to earn the bedtime stories, Sergeant."
Ghost didn’t speed up, even though the urge was there. This would either be the best decision they’d made… or a spectacular disaster.
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What action movies— with all their testosterone and badassery— tend to forget is that a bullet wound, no matter the location, is more likely to get you killed than not. Every piece of lead a man takes is a one-in-five shot at death. One-in-three if you take it in the trunk, and one-in-two between the ears. Soap has taken a bullet more than once, none of which lethal, which in his opinion can only be an act of God. That is to say, there is no ‘safe’ place to get shot.
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In which everything falls apart.
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9 observations Ghost makes on his Sergeant.
+ the one he doesn’t write down
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It Began with a Mission in Romania by GhoapContributor
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games), Modern Warfare II
26 Aug 2025
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Soap’s gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, then back to the winding road ahead. “You notice how quiet it’s been?”
Ghost glanced toward the tree line. “Yeah. Don’t like it.”
The words had barely left his mouth when the world exploded sideways.
An armored truck barreled out from the forest — no headlights, no warning. It slammed into the driver’s side with bone-jarring force. The van screeched, lifted, then flipped, metal shrieking against pavement and bark.