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"No."
Ghost glared at everybody. He was not having a good time. Curse Laswell for putting him through this.
"Aww cmon Lt. It's a great way to learn about your teammates. Team bonding is fun!" Soap said, way too cheerful for Ghost's liking.
"We're not ten Sargeant. I'm not gonna play truth or dare and braid your hair." Ghost crossed his arms, wishing to travel back to the good old days when everyone was terrified of him.
Soap just gave him a toothy grin, "If yer a coward just say so Ghost. You can even choose a different game, ya party pooper."
"Some of us like our privacy. Of course you want to play that, you have no shame Johnny." Ghost is definitely gonna send Laswell a glitter bomb for this.
Price finally interjects, "Ghost pick a game, let's get this over with. Hopefully with no casualties."
An evil grin forms on Ghost’s face. Hidden behind his balaclava, his devious intentions remain hidden. He turns towards Soap, trying to sound as innocent as possible, "How many sisters did you say you have, Soap?"
Soap gives him a look of confusion, before cautiously responding. "Three sisters. I thought you didn't want to ask personal questions though, I'm too irresistible, eh?"
The evil grin grows. "All older than you are they?"
"Yes? But wha-" Soap is definitely picking up on Ghost's malicious vibes.
"Let's play the caterpillar game Johnny."
Soap froze, face dropping instantly. His eyes are haunted, as if he was having war flashbacks.
Everyone was confused. Both by the odd name and Soap's reaction.
Rudy finally breaks the silence, "What's the caterpillar game? You're not gonna cut our limbs off or anything, right?"
Ghost is practically vibrating with glee, "No, of course not! It's a great game for bonding and endurance!"
That seems to snap soap out of his trance, "Duin do ghob blaigeard, that is NOT true and you know it!" [Shut your mouth bastard]
Ghost turned to Price, batting his eyes innocently, "It's a great game sir, one of my only happy memories from my childhood." He sighed softly, as if the mere memory of playing brought happiness to his cold heart.
Price folded immediately. "Well then tell us about this game! And Soap no whining, you said Ghost can choose."
"Thank you captain! One person -usually the youngest- is selected to be the "caterpillar" and is wrapped in a blanket. They then have to cross the room like a caterpillar while everyone else tries to stop them. It could even count as strategy training!"
Ghost's cheshire smile is definitely giving away his intentions to Price, the man isn't stupid after all. Maybe he believed Ghost. Or maybe the thought of kicking Soap while he squirms like a worm is too tempting to pass.
"Gaz go get a blanket."
"Captain! I can't believe… You don't actually…." Soap is at a loss for words. "No. I refuse. Absolutely not."
Ghost cackles, feeling like a loon, "What's wrong Johnny, you don't think you can win?"
"Pòg mo thóin, I haven't been a caterpillar in a decade. I ain't gonna start today!" [Kiss my arse]
Ghost's cheeks are hurting now, not used to smiling so much. He throws an arm over Soap's shoulder, "Don't worry, it's like riding a bike! The memories will come rushing back." Leaning closer, he whispers in Soap's ear, "You just have to lay there and take it."
"Faigh muin! Ye leodag! I will not be seduced into this! Why do I have to be the caterpillar?!" [Fuck! You flirt/cocktease]
"You know the rules Soap, the youngest is the caterpillar. And you're the youngest."
Gaz returns triumphantly holding a thick king sized blanket. "I'm back!"
Quick as lightning, Ghost tightens his hold on Soap, pulling him in a mock embrace, "Lay it on the ground and someone help me with his legs!"
"Aireamh na h-Aoine ort! Let me go!" [Damn you!]
Everyone sprung into action, Ghost keeping his hold on Soap's arms, while Gaz set the blanket and Alejandro and Rudy each grabbed a leg.
They all fell onto the ground, some laughing and others Soap cursing.
Ten minutes later, they stood back to admire their handy work. Soap was wrapped tighter than a burrito, with a couple of layers of duct tape on top, to make sure he doesn't wiggle out.
"You make a great worm, hermano!"
"Tha thu 'nad fhaighean!" [You're a cunt!]
"Save your energy Johnny, you're gonna need it."
"I'll get you for this Simon, just you wait!"
Price grabbed the couch cushions, handing every member a pillow. "Alright soldiers, everyone have fun, but no one is ending in medical under my watch."
"Let's give him a heads start. C'mon Soap, how far can you get in ten seconds?" Ghost smirked, fluffing his pillow in preparation.
"Ith mo chac!" [Eat my shit!]
"Ten."
"Trusdar!" [Bastard!]
Soap begins wiggling, hoping against all odds that he can cross the room before the countdown ends.
"Nine."
"Beacharn!" [Whore!]
"Eight. Apresúrate, Soap!" [Hurry]
"Baobh!" [Bitch]
"Those don't sound like very nice words, Sargeant. Seven."
"Rach-air-muin!" [Fuck!]
"Hah, I bet you wish you didn't skip leg day last week, six!"
"Druis!" [Fuckwad!]
"Five. You're running out of time, amigo."
"Caochan!" [Sheep shit!]
"If you actually make it, I'll play truth and dare with you. Sounds fair? Four."
"Mo Chreach!" [Goddamnit!]
"Three. You're halfway there!"
Toll-toine." [Asshole]
"Two! I'll spare your bonito face for you."
"Sugh mo bhod!" [Suck my dick!]
"One, are you ready, Johnny?"
"Thalla gu Taigh na Galla, comhstaches!" [Go to hell, whores!]
"That sounds like a yes! Attack!"
The soldiers descended on poor Soap, who was mere feet from the wall. And while Alejandro vowed to spare Soap's face, Ghost had no reservations.
Ghost was situated at Soap's head, smacking his face with the pillow every time he opens his mouth to beg or argue
The others are happily going to town on the rest of Soap. The thick blanket shield is dulling most of the blows, so they aren't worried about hurting Soap.
After Soap got over the initial shock and constant pounding, he resumed his slow crawl to freedom. When the brave warriors noticed, Gaz yelled, "Dogpile!" Before throwing himself over Soap. The rest soon followed after him, they all ended in a pile laughing and elbowing each other.
Even Ghost was laughing, despite the fact that he chose to sit on the floor next to Soap's head, instead of joining the pile.
Petting Soap's cheek softly, Ghost chuckles, "You were right Johnny, team bonding sure is fun."
Soap glared at him, before huffing and joining his teammates in laughter.