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Roach lunged at Shepherd, trying to stop him from shooting Ghost. He was met with a sharp punch to the face and Shepherd missed his shot and the bullet went into Ghost's shoulder. Roach whined, a high pitched noise that was so very annoying to Shepherd.
Shepherd pulled the trigger, a second bullet lodging itself into Roach's helmet. He writhed on the ground, near screeching in pain in an even more annoying, loud noise.
"Shut the fuck up!"
Another bullet.
A third bullet in Roach's head, helmet moreso, that shut him up.
The only noises left from him was near silent hiccuping.
Shepherd turned back to where Ghost was. Or where he WAS. He was gone, not visible anymore. Just.. Gone.
"Damnit!"
He missed his chance to get rid of that annoying brit.
Price turned to the masked fellow running up towards their makeshift camp.
"What's wrong Ghost?"
He called out as Ghost slowed down. Ghost stopped in front of Price and Gaz, panting.
"Fucking hell.. Shepherd killed Roach! An' he tried ta kill me too!"
Ghost was clearly shaken up, he never spoke with this much fear in his voice. He was never even slightly scared! To everyone at the camp, it was bad. Probably some horrific death that could bring tears to even the most hardened soldiers.
"Steamin' Jesus.."
Soap set down his gun, fidgeting with his pants pockets.
Gaz took off his hat, holding it close to his chest.
"Dear God.."
Shepherd hauled Roach's body over to a ditch, coated the still twitching body of Roach in gasoline and dropping a lit match into it.
Red hot flames burst up, burying him in the fiery hell Shepherd chose for him.