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

Ghost smirked as he'd watched Roach land the bullseye and he rolled his eyes, draping his arm over the younger soldier's shoulders and shaking him gently. "Atta boy, Roach. I knew you had it in you." He let go and went to grab the knife out of the target, flipping it around in his hand. He hummed absently in response to Sanderson's apparent claim of having something more interesting, glancing over his shoulder at him. He squinted his eyes after a moment and laughed. "A dog? Well, sure, 'fought about it time to time. Soap would probably kill me if I kept one around the barracks, but that'd make it all the more fun. Eh, what's that got to do with any'fing, though?" He flipped the knife from hand to hand before wedging in back into the target.

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