THE TYRANNY OF THE SUN | p, CoD:MW with Sahl

When it first happened, Ghost assumed it had been an eclipse. One of them, he couldn't remember which did what, but that wasn't much important now. No, he hadn't been sure why everyone was freaking out, he really wasn't paying attention to the gravity of the situation. With annoyance, he'd followed orders and herded those they could into the bunker. By then, though, he realized what had happened, but he always found it best to just pretend everything was normal. That meant keeping the mask and sunglasses secure on his face despite the seeming uselessness of them underground. The tall Brit leaned against the wall now, watching his younger, American friend take a shot with the throwing knife. Quietly, he pushed away and stepped up beside Roach, on his left and just a step behind (very much within socially unacceptable range) reaching his right hand around the lad with a throwing knife in his grip. He had too many knives too count and half the time could have one within killing range without anyone even noticing until they felt the tip agianst their throat. Luckily, that wasn't his intention with Roach. His left hand rested on Roach's upper arm and there was a smirk beneath his mask, but at this point it was something that could almost be heard in his voice. "Nice try, mate, but not quite hittin' the mark." With a flick of his wrist, he sent the knife flying and imbedding itself right in the center. "Bullseye," he drawled quietly, teasing the younger soldier. He just wanted to show off, but if Roach needed pointers, he would gladly show him. Of course, he would take that and use it to get Roach to do something ridiculous and stupid later on. (Maybe itching powder in Soap's sheets?)

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