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How did you come up with all this?” Soap raised an eyebrow.
„It didn't look like I had permission to begin with something else.”
„What on earth do you mean? And stop whining. We talked about it.” Price rolled his eyes. Ghost gave him a finger.
„She said she doesn't take immigrants! What the fuck? What is the treaty about equality from here? This is Canada, for fuck's sake!”
„Isn't it just a driver's license? Where did they get this crap?”
„Maybe it's because we literally had to go to another country, because here Ghost,” he pointed out, „got a ticket for not crossing the line to get a driver's license in England.”
„Okay. That was one time—”
„They even gave you a third chance and the limit is two–”
"It's not like I ran someone over!" Ghost throws up his arms, hitting a smirking then exasperated Soap.
He didn't regret it.
Yes, Ghost has a contract to have his driver's license strictly pushed away, which he didn't even get. Seriously. For his taste, he thought they over dramatized his initiative. It's not like he has to deal with regulations when German-made AK-47's are flying around every bloody week. So you can imagine the shit they were going through.
There may have been a few traffic errors.
His expedition didn't go well either. That includes it too.
Who would have thought that transporting fresh meat could be illegal? Doesn't he get something out of it? But the fact that the police thought they were dead people's bodies didn't help his reputation much.
It was Thanksgiving meat with Soap, for God's sake. It's not his fault that the goblin eats meat the width of a person.
An important rule; never wearing a skull mask covering your whole face besides your eyes. And of course a black hood.
Then would the rodeo began.
Short story long. He was fined for transporting to not identical meats. Who the fuck made this rule?
„He actually drove someone ov—”
Ghost rolled his eyes at Soap.
Soap pouted as he balled his index finger into a fist.
„It's just one ride through the cones...” Price sighed.
Ghost glanced at the reception desk.
„So how do I convince her that I'm a legal immigrant?”
„Leave it to me!”
„For the love of God, Soap—”
„Captain...” Soap flashed a big smile before marching his way towards the front desk.
„I have a bad feelings about this.”
Not that Price had any doubts about Soap. It's just, well... Soap.
Ghost, in turn, viewed him as a holy image, which made Price question his existence more.
While it was a nice picture for Ghost, it was like a failed hospital experiment for the lady. It's not that his Scottish aura is to blame, from his shoulders to the rhythmic dynamism of his legs.
Ghost is so fucked up.
„Good afternoon! Today is a beautiful day, isn't it?”
Price credited Bucket List with his patience.
„Was good.”
Okay, someone should teach these old hags how to behave properly towards customers. But what, this isn't America.
„Could we arrange a service here?” he points blindly behind him at the wall. Ghost moved to that spot. Price cries.
„Service? I assume you mean to arrange a driver's license?” She smiles coquettishly as the weight of her crumbling skin wingles.
They have a strong will. Seriously.
„Oh, you are a God for that!” Soap smiles his bright crooked smile before showing more of a grimace. „Possible?”
„Of course!”
„Well, you see! I thought-”
„As soon as you show me your documents that you're a citizen.”
Price puts his hands on his face.
They didn't really bring anything, did they?
Ghost tries to send his murderous glare at her, who raises an eyebrow in return. This is simply impossible.
„This is worthless—”
Soap raises his hand.
„Are you a communi—”
„Soap!” Price will have a fever. He steps next to an enraged Soap and sends him behind with a hand to his face.
„I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I am Captain Price of these two constables, and their irresponsibility will have consequences, I promise you.” Price smiles, completely ignoring the protesting noises behind him. „Is there any possibility to undergo this without documents? Anything?”
It's not as if their identity, like the war, has any step up. It's nice to see them appreciating that they use it to protect their ass, but without comment, of course.
The lady fixes him with a stern gaze before examining him from head to toe. He hopes his camouflage pants look good enough. Not that she didn't notice it either. At all.
Her smile creeps wide at the corners so that her gums are visible. He won't say he didn't notice the unusually clean synthetic fiber.
Absently, he shifted uncomfortably.
„There would be something.” One hand tucks a strand of gray hair behind her ear.
„One moment please” Price made it last before turning and walking towards the corner at a shocked Soap and Ghost. His life is so shit.
„l have until eight!”
Price almost cried.
„Captain—”
“Ghost, I like you and this is a chance to finally be credited for your work. I don't think I thanked you enough. Soap, don't cry.”
„N–I can't help–”
„But I can,” he turns over his shoulder to the still-looking old lady who was currently scraping her false teeth with a toothpick and licking her gums. She winked at him. He smiled painfully in her direction.
Price was... was so fucked up.
„Is it even legal?” Soap threw up his hands frantically. Ghost is still in permanent shock.
„It is. But also make a driver's license without an identity card.”
„Shit..” Ghost breathed out.
„But what about insurance?”
„Insurance will definitely be arranged, Soap,” he puts a hand on his shoulder „..I'll take care of that.”
„You don't have to, Captain.” Ghost makes a very painful sound. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore.
„It can't be that bad.” Price rolls his eyes before choking up at the thought. Who would have thought that it could be imagined so easily.
Price should get more encouragement for this one.
„Just wait here. Fill out the questionnaire and I'll do the rest.” his corners smile more to appease the guards. Rather for himself.
His gaze is redirected to the looking impatient lady, who has already managed to put on her lipstick.
Will it really end like this?
„Well this is going to be something.”
—
„When you were born?”
„..."
„We've been dating for over two years, Soap.”
„You know how I am suck in memory.”
„You give me presents. We celebrate my birthday every time. You even remember my dead cat's birthday. What the fuck, Soap?”
„Yeah! She had these two weird balls under her arms. Man, it looked like she was growing more legs. What did she actually die of?”
„Cancer.”
„...”
„..Oh”
„Yeah.”
„Babe I—”
****SMASH!****
„What the f—”
Price burst through the door as he quickly buckled his belt in the distance. The lady behind him looked distraught.
Her teeth were open to the world, in her palm.
„How did it go?-”
„Just drive without a driver's license for while. If you get caught, take it to war. We're getting out from here.”
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