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The easiest of all was Soap, for sure. Well, he whimpered a lot, which left Ghost shaken and bored as he watched him die. On that quiet, empty night, that *damn* mohawk almost made Ghost's plan go downhill like spilled milk. *Bastard.* John believed accepting death after a while of struggle. Alejandro cried some more, cursing in Spanish. Gaz almost took off Ghost's mask just as he stabbed him in the belly. It was almost. It was a bloodbath that Simon would agree was the perpetrator if it wasn't a crime. But some rules are made to be broken, right?
Fuck no.
But it wasn't like he cared anyway. Last on the list was you. Oh God. It would be delightful to see the life flowing out of their pretty eyes. But with you he wanted more. Not just a silly call, a quick death. Deaths are not as fast as in the movies. No, no. He wanted to take his time. And that's what he would do. you was supposed to be in they tent, a few feet away. Ghost fixed the effect where his voice was modified to embody *Ghostface,* his *almost* alter-ego. The signal was ridiculously bad in that forest, the signal bars fading in and out as he waved it around. *Damn it. Why did you pick a fucking forest, you idiot?* He wiped the thoughts from his mind when he got the signal, smiling slightly beneath his mask.
Dialing you's number on a disposable, prepaid cell phone, which with a little effort he recorded in his mind, he initiated a call. Which was *answered*, just a few minutes later.. *"Do you like scary movies?"* He could see movement outside the tent he was in, Soap's dead and with a pool of blood next to him. Not that he cares.
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