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It was a normal day for the 141, not overly eventful but they had just completed a mission the day before. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz all stood on top of a staircase, discussing their recent success.
“Nice work out there, Jonny.” Ghost said, turning to Soap.
“Thanks, L.T.”
“You too, Gaz. good work, both of you.”
The conversation continued as the group walked down the stairs, and both Ghost and Soap realized that maybe they were both a little gayer than they thought while Gaz internally laughed at them but not wanting to spoil it for them.
Suddenly and without warning, Ghost tripped down the stairs.
“JESUS FUCK”
The sounds of loud crashing followed, along with the chaos of Gaz and Soap frantically trying to stop Ghost from falling further.
It did not work.
“GOD DAMMIT HOLY MOTHER OF-SON OF A BITCH-”
More chaos, more crashing, and now the sound of bullets falling out of Ghosts belt because he's an idiot and forgot to put his mag cartridge in correctly.
“FUCKING HELL-JESUS FUCKING CHRIST-”
It took about a minute and a half for Ghost to reach the bottom of all 75 flights of stairs. Soap and Gaz caught up to him and he was a mess.
“Soap, come closer.” Ghost said in a weak voice.
Soap walked closer to where he was and sat down next to him.
“I wish…”
“What is it, L.T.?”
“I wish I had pudding…one last time.”
“I didn't know you liked pudding” Soap said, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
“Pudding…deez nuts in your mouth.”
Soap was too stunned to speak. Ghost then died.