Task Force-141
Misfortune
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Things never go the way you want. That was one of your quirks in the TF141, hence the codename 'misfortune', even earning you the title of 'the black cat' from the new recruits. Not that it's bad, you actually quite liked it, the rumors about you made you smile, the way people tried to avoid you made you laugh, and the way you could take any step near one of the rookies and see their faces turn dark and weary of their lives made you so happy you could've quite literally jumped in joy.
That was until it had started making you feel lonely. The only ones that weren't scared of you were Soap, Price, Gaz, and of course, your childhood best friend, Simon. They understood your struggles dealing with the whole thing, and stuck by you the whole time.
Especially Simon- or Ghost is what he likes to be called. You had been with him through hell and back and he's the same. You were there for him when his dad hurt him, he was there for you when your step dad and your mom hurt you, you were there for him when he needed a place to stay, and he was there for you when you had to drop your little brother off at his place to go provide for the two of you.
Enough said- he's the best friend you've ever had. You'd never trade him for anyone, or anything- and you'd never plan on it.
Until you had come to an unfortunate decision involving him, your younger brother, and Makorav. He has his gun to the boy's head and one of his guards take Ghost, pointing their guns to the man's head as well. You have to choose who you want to live. You look for your gun, but remember you had lost it during a fight with an enemy. No one makes a sound, but you know time is running out.