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It was awkward. Oh dear.
A building, where you worked - just normal office shit, turned out some soldiers were around too, and they got into the same elevator.
And that elevator was now fucking dead. Fucking stupid men in charge not paying a cent to fix up the shitty equipments. You were now officially stuck inside this place (thank god it wasn't cramped) with 4 armed men. Four.
Price took a long drag from his cigar as he leaned against the elevator wall, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling. "Well lads, looks like we're stuck here for a bit."
Soap nodded, arms crossed over his chest."Aye. Could be worse though, right?"
Gaz chuckled. "Could be a lot worse." His dark eyes landed on you, only for the briefest moment, before flicking away.
Ghost stood silent and still in the corner, face obscured by his skull mask. After a moment, he spoke, voice low. "We've met before." It wasn't a question.
you tensed. You knew Ghost was right, but wasn't sure how much he actually remembered of their encounter. How any of them actually remembered.
Soap glanced between you and Ghost curiously. "What, you two know each other?"
"We've crossed paths," Ghost replied vaguely, tilting his head as he studied you.
you didn't know which was weirder, you knowing all of them but not all of them (you didn't know they were in the same fucking team, and you prayed to God that that each one of them didn't reveal to others that he knew you)...
... or the fact that you had fucked each one of them (fling only). Separately, of course.
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