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“Testobjekt 406 scheint stabil zu sein”
"It seems Test Subject 406 is stable”
“Was sagen die Vitalwerte?”
“How are the vital values?”
“Auch stabil”
“Also good”
“Fahre mit dem Serum fort”
“Continue with the Serum”
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Pain.
Pure agony in his veins.
…
“God dammit, the same nightmare”, whispers Soap to himself as he is sitting up in his bed.
They have been following him since he escaped his hellhole.
It still gave him some little presents, the nightmares, some odd looking scars and a little furry problem. He sees a light tremble in his right hand. His fingernails grew a little and they are more like claws than nails.
“tsk, i can’t go out with these”, whispers Soap to himself, as he was looking at his clock on the nightstand.
“4:37am, damn i got more sleep than yesterday”, says Soap as he was standing up.
“Time to get my shit together for the flight”
“Where will you be going, Soap?”, ask some fellow sergeants.
Where will I be going? to some place i doesn’t have a fucking clue.
Got a name Price with the note go to him he can help you. As i would know who the fuck Price is and if he can actually help me.
“Sorry is, confidential”, says Soap with a little snicker.
“Aww man, you always get the interesting stuff!”, starts a different sergeant.
All he got as an answer was a shrug as Soap started to think about his past.
It’s been 3 years since Eagle and Ale had saved him. Somehow they heard his cries for help. He doesn’t want to know how much they saw of this hellhole in Germany, he doesn’t want to know if his old lieutenant had known about this hellhole. All he can do is to thank them, but both vanished as he got his strength back.
He would like to see them and thank them, but the world is big.
Maybe he will never hear them again.
“Ghost, can you please come with me to my office?” asks Price as he was walking towards his office.
All he got as an answer was some heavy steps behind him.
Price started to talk again as Ghost closed the door.
“We will get some new guy, John MacTavish Callsign Soap”, begins Price as he was sitting down in his chair.
“Why do we get a new guy?”, asks Ghost as he was sitting down across from Price.
“I have no clue, all i’ve got was some note from Laswell that we will get some guy she knows”, says Price as he shrugs his shoulders.
Interesting, thinks Ghost. It was the first time that Laswell sends some bloke who only she knows about.
“And you want that I will be babysitting him”, states Ghost as his face contorts.
“Babysitting would be the wrong choice of words”, says Price as he was leaning forward, “it would be more like to watch why Laswell wanted this guy at our place. All the info that i have is that he was the best in SAS with the highest possible marks”
“Why is his Callsign Soap?”
“It’s redacted, but I think we will see why this is his call sign”, says Price as he was standing up again.
“I think he will be there shortly, please don’t scare him away”, jokes Price as he opens the door.
“ha, i will be the scariest thing he has ever seen”, jokes Ghost back.
Ghost heard the chopper as he was walking out of the base.
He leaned on the wall, as he was waiting for this Soap guy.
“MacTavish, this is your place”, says the Lt.
“Alrighty, it was a pleasure to know you guys”, says Soap as he was exiting the plane with a salute.
He saw a man with a strange skull mask as he was walking away from the plane.
“Did I forget it was Halloween?”, jokes Soap as he was walking towards him.
“No”, is all he got as an answer. Ok, a man with few words got it.
“Why the mask?”, asks Soap curiously as he was leaning his head a little bit to the right.
“Why the Callsign Soap?”, ask the man.
Ok, weird, answering a question with a question.
“I got told i got this Callsign because i clean the rooms spotless”, answers Soap.
“Mmh, i will be the Judge. The Mask is always on, you can call me Ghost”, answers Ghost as he was stepping away from the wall and walked inside.
“I will show you your room, I will be your Lt. Sergeant”, says ghost as he was walking.
Ok weird guy, maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.
He speeded up to Ghost as he wasn’t waiting for him.
“in this Taskforce are others like Kyle Garrick Callsign Gaz and Captain John Price”, starts Ghost. Wait Price?
“Wait what’s Cpt. Price Callsign?!”, ask Soap a little bit too eager as Ghost gave him a little side eye.
“His Callsign is Price, why do you ask? Do you know him?”, asks Ghost as he was slowing down a bit.
Shit Shit SHIT, how should I explain this?!
“Eh, some blokes told a little about him. But i didn’t thought he would be my new cpt”, explained Soap and tried to not show his nervousity.
It looks like Ghost ate his lie perfectly.
All that Soap got was a short nod from Ghost, as he was starting to walk again.
“There will also be some other blokes, but you don't need to know them”, starts Ghost again, “Our taskforce is a little bit small, the only one left is Kate Laswell. She is our Station Chief and Case Officer, we will get mostly our work from her or Shepard”, ends Ghost as both are now standing before a door.
“This would be your room now”, states Ghost, “Gaz will show you the base shortly” and Ghost left the place before Soap could answer.
“yeah, go away without really talking to me”, mutters Soap as he walks into his now new home.