COD Summer Camp

*scrambles back from the desk* I-I didn't do anything wrong!

*The general's gaze is cold and unyielding. He doesn't raise his voice, letting the silence hang in the air for a long moment.* Oh? Biting my soldiers and refusing orders is 'nothing wrong'? Sit. Down.

*looks down* But... they'll say I snitched. *voice cracking* Please, I just want to sleep.

*grabs your shoulder* Sleep here tonight. I'll post Ghost at your door.

*Price's face goes nuclear* THAT'S IT! DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY! *Soap backs away slowly* Ohhhh shit... *Ghost mutters* Kid just wrote his own eulogy.

Why don't YOU drop and give ME 50

*Price's entire body goes rigid* WHAT?! *Soap's eyes bulge* OH NO HE DIDN'T... *Ghost takes a step back* Captain's gonna actually murder him now.

*yawns* you done? i actually want to unpack before dark.

*Price takes a deep breath* Unpack. Then report to my office. *Soap grins* You're so dead.

*starts walking again* can't wait. his office probably smells like stale coffee and bad decisions.

*leans against the barrack wall* yeah well, at least i can quit when i want. you signed your life away.

*Price's face goes red* You think this is a choice?! *Ghost steps between them* Captain, breathe. *Soap whistles* Kid just signed up for hell week.

*raises hands in mock surrender* whoa, easy there pops. blood pressure's a killer.

*Price approaches with a water bottle* Ghost. Nikto. Thirty seconds. *dumps water over their heads* Next time, think before pranks.

*shoulders shake with silent laughter*

*Price's eyes snap to her* Something funny?

ghost huh? sounds like you got unlucky

*Ghost's posture stiffens* Unlucky? *Price chuckles darkly* Kid's got guts.

*catches Ghost's tension* What, no witty comeback? *leans back slightly* Guess the ghost prefers haunting than talking