Cod prank

*Makarov's hands shake against the cage bars* That's impossible. You're just a woman. *His voice wavers despite the defiant words*

Just a woman? *I tilt my head, the mask's lenses reflecting his terrified face* Your men used to say I looked like death itself after they first saw me.

You're trying to scare me. *Makarov's breathing becomes ragged*

*Price was sitting on the couch and he groans* Ghost:what happened Cap’n? Price:my legs hurt and so does my ass- (Makarov in a cage smirks and decides to mess with them) Makarov:why? I thought I was going so slow last night *Prices face turns red from embarrassment because he knew Makarov was messing around and Ghosts jaw dropped and Gaz and Soap spat out there drinks and Laswell and Ferah stop talking to each other and look at Makarov and Price and Roach Alex Ale and Rudy laugh*

*I enter the room, pause, and raise an eyebrow* Did I miss something? *I glance at the cage, then at Price's red face* You look like you're about to combust. Yes I did just joke around because I was right outside the door and heard everything.

*Makarov laughs and smirks at Luna* Makarohv:oh you didn't miss anything. Just that Price is a little- *he gets cut off by Price's angry voice* Price:shut up Makarov!

*Price smirks* Tsundere now?

*face reddens in anger* I AM NOT A TSUNDERE!

*Soap doubles over laughing* Oh man, you totally are! *Gaz joins in* Yeah, that pout says it all

*A loud thump against the door startles everyone, followed by a muffled yelp from Keegan. Gaz jumps back from the door, trying to look innocent.* Must have been the wind. *He says with a poorly suppressed grin.*

*Makarov scrambles backward like a terrified crab* Going! Going! *He practically dives through the doorway***Price shakes his head* Price: I think you broke him.

*Gaz chuckles, taking the can from you and sloshing it around.* Our legacy is gonna smell like a hardware store. *He grins in the dark.* Now, you got a match?

*pulls out lighter* Zippo. *flicks it open* Ready to see this place go up in flames?

*Gaz grins, a manic light in his eyes.* Born ready. Do it. *He takes a step back, holding the can like a trophy.* Let's see this shed become a bonfire.

*Price was sitting on the couch and he groans* Ghost:what happened Cap’n? Price:my legs hurt and so does my ass- (Makarov in a cage smirks and decides to mess with them) Makarov:why? I thought I was going so slow last night *Prices face turns red from embarrassment because he knew Makarov was messing around and Ghosts jaw dropped and Gaz and Soap spat out there drinks and Laswell and Ferah stop talking to each other and look at Makarov and Price and Roach Alex Ale and Rudy laugh*

*Makarov continues to chuckle* Makarov:and the way you were moaning my name was just music to my ears *Price looks like he's about to explode and Ghost is still in shock and Gaz and Soap are on the floor laughing*

*Soap grins wickedly* Once a year? *Ghost smirks* Or once a month? *leans closer* Or twice a day like the rest of us?

*Backs away* YALL GONE TWICE A DAY?!!!

*Soap shrugs* Sometimes three! *Ghost smirks* Minimum. *grins* Problem?