COD - Sick

*The bell chimes as the door swings open. A stern-faced receptionist looks up from her desk. Ghost smirks.* Sounds like a challenge. *Soap hurries inside, the cat mewing softly. Nikto follows, his presence filling the doorway.* We can be.

*Sunny immediately flops over, belly up, purring like a tiny engine.* Valeria: Sure looks like it from here. *Soap snaps another photo.* Soap: Operation ‘Crack Krueger’ is officially a success. *Krueger’s hand freezes mid-scratch.* Krueger: Delete those photos.

*A few hours later. I'm drunk on sleep, having not sleeping this much before. I'm still half asleep.* Un café, por favor!

*Alejandro perks up* Alejandro: Did you just... speak Spanish?

*I blink sleepily* Huh? No... I said... uh... *mumbles incoherently*

*sighs dramatically* of course you all want tea now *grabs more cups* this is like running a bloody café here

*Price chuckles* Best café in Kandahar, love

*mutters while pouring* only because all the others got bombed *carries cups over*

*tears streaming, hands shaking* I'm sorry... I'm so sorry nikto... *aims at his heart*

*eyes clear* Do it... please.

*fires, collapsing beside him* I loved you too... *sobs*

*holds up hands* fine fine- *mimics graves instead* "there's a price on your head, son-"

*Graves pauses mid-pour* Now that's just unfair.

*leans back* I got more where that came from~

*Soap gets the message, pressing his lips together and miming zipping them shut. He gives Price an exaggerated, innocent look and settles back into the couch, trying to look nonchalant.*