COD - Price's Kid

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*König carefully takes the plate* Thank you. *Soap practically begs* Please, can we have some? *Ghost crosses arms* This is psychological warfare.

clean your plate then you can.

*They all scramble for their plates* Soap: I'm fastest! *Alejandro shoves past Ghost* Move, LT!

*trembling, still pointing gun at door* stay away from me! *heart racing*

*Price bursts in, weapon raised* Son! You okay? *sees the blood, the gun* Jesus Christ...

*drops gun, arms shaking* *looks at hands then looks at Price eyes watery* a-am I a bad guy n-now?

*Ghost looks up, mascara running* I don't... *sniffles* ...like gnome murder. *Price sighs* Ghost, get up. *Alejandro pats Ghost* We'll avenge him! With pizza!

you wear mascara?!

*Ghost screams* IT'S TACTICAL! *Price sighs* It's not tactical, love.