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goose-duck · 14 days ago

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Strange New Recruit

CoD x Reader x FNaF

Gender neutral reader

5.6k words

Warnings: death, blood, loss of limbs, violence, implied dead children, annoying side character

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“We're getting another new recruit?” Soap questions Price, sounding deeply irritated. They had semi recently received a new recruit, who, for lack of a better wording, is an absolute pick me girl. She's made their job exponentially more difficult and does nothing but cause problems trying to look ‘cute’. Price sighs, “Yes. It seems Laswell has gotten us a new recruit. I've been told this one is much quieter though. Shouldn't cause us problems.” Soap nods, resigned to the idea of a new irritation being on the team.

Gaz and Micheal soon join the conversation, questioning their captain on the same topic as Soap had just moments ago. Price provides them with the same answer he gave Soap, “We are getting a new recruit. I was told they're more the silent type. They shouldn't cause issues.” The two silently acknowledge his response and decide to just chat until the recruit is brought to them.

Not too long later Lorie walks in, not wearing her uniform properly as usual in an attempt to get attention. Everyone has grown used to her antics and just ignore her and she practically skips over to them. She attempts to grab Micheal's attention by wrapping herself around his arm, but he just gently shoves her off and continues his conversation. Micheal was often more gentle with Lorie despite disliking her similarly to the others due to her looking so damn similar to his sister. He just can't look at her face. Not when all he can see is Elizabeth.

Soon the new recruit I'd brought in by Laswell. Laswell introduces them as Y/N. They nod as if saying ‘that's correct’ in response to hearing their name. The men quickly introduce themselves, shortly giving the new recruit their call signs, garnering a nod in response from Y/N. Micheal does something a little unexpected however. He walks up to Y/N and hugs them rather tightly. Y/N responds apprehensively, not pulling away, but not hugging back either, instead electing to just glare at Micheal's chest as that's all they could see at the moment.

“Y/N! It's been forever! How've you been?” Micheal asks as if he's known them for years. Y/N huffs in response, shifting a little in the tight hug to look up at him with their bland expression. He smiles down at his old friend, “I know you're happy to see me. You don't gotta say anything.” He responds to their little glare, being rewarded with an eye roll from Y/N as the finally relax their face out of its glare. Y/N nods at him quaintly before trying to escape his hug. Micheal quickly lets them go, not wanting to suffocate them.

Lorie scoffs at the sight of the two being so close. She believes Micheal belongs to her, so seeing him so close with someone else gets her pretty riled up. “Why are you so close with them? Huh? What's with that Micheal?” She spits out at the innocent man. Micheal provides a groan as response before returning his attention to Y/N. Lorie continues to have a fit about this before Price pushes her with a finger over his mouth and a glare.

Y/N smirks slightly, deciding this situation to just be silly and ignoring Lorie. They look up at Micheal, meeting his eyes for a second before gesturing with their head they'd like to converse elsewhere, likely somewhere with more privacy. Micheal nods and guides Y/N into a separate room. Y/N swiftly follows him not caring how strange their interaction with Micheal may come off to others.

Once in a more private room Michael closes the door and looks at Y/N expectantly, as if they'd speak. They, however, don't say a word. Instead they pull out their phone and start typing in their Notes app. ‘I've been looking for you. You're hard to find.’ they type quickly, not missing a single letter. This must be how they've been communicating for a while now if they're that precise when typing. Micheal pulls out his own phone, opening the Notes app and responding, ‘why have you been looking for me?’. ‘I have more information on your family.’ ‘what do you know?’.

As Y/N begins to type out what they know they hear someone walking up to the room. They quickly shut off their phone, grabbing Micheal's while it's still in his hand and pressing the off button. They quickly shove their phone in their pocket and push Micheal's hand away to make themselves look less suspicious. Micheal looks slightly shocked but regains his composure quickly as he finally catches on to what Y/N is hearing.

The door is swiftly shoved open by a livid Lorie. The woman appears to be very distraught that ‘her’ man is alone with someone other than her. Michael glares at the blonde while Y/N opts to just stare blankly at her green eyes. As Lorie yells at the pair Y/N just continues to observe her eyes, Y/N thought the woman had very nice eyes, too bad her personality doesn't match them. As Lorie begins to berate Y/N specifically they snap back to attention and squint at her judgmentally. Lorie seems to have not expected that and her yelling dwindles out awkwardly. Micheal snickers a little at the prospect of this noisy girl finally silencing herself while Y/N just smirks slightly, satisfied with themself. Lorie then groans, storming off.

Price seems to have followed Lorie as he soon appears in the doorframe. It's clear he wasn't interested in what she was doing though as his attention is focussed on the silent duo seemingly hiding in the janitor’s closet. He gives them a questioning look before Micheal responds with uncertainty, “We just wanted to chat a bit… that's not bad, right?” Y/N kinda side eyes him, noting how suspicious Micheal sounds. Price raises an eyebrow but seems to let the two off the hook, likely because Y/N is new.

Price begins to leave as Y/N’s phone goes off, causing him to stop for a moment, just out of sight to listen in. Something he wouldn't usually do with his soldiers, but after an interaction like that, he feels suspicion is warranted.

Y/N picks up the phone, not saying a word as they listen to the person on the other end. Price can't hear what's being said over the phone, but he can hear the deafening silence from Y/N. ‘Maybe it's just a telemarketer?’ He then sighs, assuming it really isn't anything that suspicious… until Y/N doesn't hang up. They never hang up on this ‘telemarketer’ or respond. Price's suspicious quickly resurge after his quick bount of relaxation. ‘What kind of person deals with telemarketers like that?’ He questions to himself.

He then hears the call end and what he presumes is Y/N putting their phone back in their pocket. Price then hears footsteps and hastily moves away from the area, hoping the suspicious pair don't notice he was there.

Micheal found it odd how Y/N was unresponsive to whoever called them. He found it even stranger when they hung up and just dropped their phone in their pocket without a word or even a glance at him to signal it was a normal behaviour for them.

Y/N appears to hear… something. They quickly look out around the doorframe, Micheal following shortly after. He sees nothing, but clearly they saw something as they slowly move down the hall. They look around a little before stopping. They shrug their shoulders and turn around to face Micheal. Micheal looks back at them with a quizzical expression, “what'd you see?”. They just blink at him, keeping their expression neutral before walking off. They hadn't signalled Micheal to follow, but at thus point he knew that's what they wanted, so he did so, trying to match their quietness.

Soon he notices Y/N seems to be making their way to an exit. He finds this odd but continues to follow them anyway, hoping his trust in them is still warranted. They did say they had information on his family… whether he wants to trust them or not, they know something he doesn't. Something he should know. Something he wants to know.

He follows their sharp movements, every turn, every step, they sure know their way around this building for someone who just got here. Laswell likely gave them a tour, but no one ever remembers they layout this well on their first day. Did Y/N somehow find out they layout before coming here? How'd they manage that? How do they always seem to know so much? Maybe being quiet really is a skill Micheal should practice more. It seems to benefit everyone around him.

They walk past Ghost and he notes the new recruit’s odd behaviour too. He decides to follow them, not bothering to pretend he isn't, their movements are too precise, too fluid, for him to even attempt to fake just happening to go in the same direction. Soap and Gaz soon join, not sure what's going on but deciding if Ghost is doing it, it must be important. Price watches this happen, standing off to the side a little. ‘Now that is definitely strange’ he thinks as he watches the small crew walk off hastily. He sighs to himself and joins the swift moving crew of soldiers, his curiosity and concern telling him its a good idea.

After a few minutes Y/N exits the building, a small group now following behind them. They stop suddenly, Micheal bumping into them and almost knocking them over. They shoot him a quick glare before crossing their arms and looking at the small group on 141 soldiers that had been following them. They raise an eyebrow, silently asking what they're doing.

Ghost and Price stop quickly after Y/N does, electing to just make awkward eye contact with rather than responding to their questioning gaze. Soap and Gaz take a second longer to stop, having been a little too focused on following to notice the sudden freeze. Gaz awkwardly stands there, his nerves showing as he fidgets a little, avoiding eye contact with the new recruit. Soap however decides to speak, “what’re ye doing? Had us chasin’ ye around this whole building and ye jus’ wanted to go outside?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, uncrossing their arms and gently hitting Micheal's shoulder, side eyeing him to make him speak. Micheal clears his throat quickly, “We didn't tell you to follow us.” he states, not how he'd usually respond, but it seems to have Y/Ns’s attitude in it. Clearly he's speaking for them as they seem not to talk.

Price finally steps in, knowing whatever Soap says next will serve to only further irritate the new recruit, “You've been acting suspicious since you got here.” Y/N gives him a judging look as response. Not wanting to bother with providing him much else they wave him off. They then grab Micheal's wrist and walk off to their car. Price seems offended but decides to not press further for the moment as he watches Y/N drive off with Micheal. Price then turns to the others and directs them back inside for the time being, deciding talking with Laswell would be the most ideal for the current situation.

Price and Laswell have a rather short chat about the situation at hand before she tells him to take the guys and try to track down the new recruit and Micheal and question them. Price easily agrees to do so, rounding up Gaz, Soap and Ghost for the task. They leave quickly, knowing Y/N has likely already driven quite far as they appeared to be speeding when they left a short 15 minutes ago.

Y/N stops at a local shopping centre, making a beeline for a store that sells work clothes. Micheal sits in the car, having been given the silent demand by Y/N earlier with a hard glare and a point. The silent recruit buys a generic maintenance worker looking outfit and leaves the store, making their way over to a hardware store to buy a toolbox and hardhat. They make a point of not taking long, not even stopping to smell the wafts of freshly baked goods as they storm past a quaint little bakery.

They toss their new possessions in the back of their car with little care, seemingly hoping the gear will get a little wear to it. They slam the back door shut in a haste before almost flying into the driver's seat, quickly turning their key and driving off. Michael asks what they're doing but they turn on the radio rather than responding in some tangible way. Micheal sighs, knowing there's no point in asking any questions now, he's already along for the ride.

They soon pull up to ‘Freddy Fazbear’ Pizza Plex’. Seeing the sign makes Micheal nauseated. Memories of his childhood clouding his mind before he hears a snap and sees Y/N’s hand in front of his face. They quickly pull their hand away when they see he's come back to the present. He looks them in the eyes nervously. They look back calmly. “Stay.” they finally speak, their voice sounding dull and unpracticed, almost unnatural. It unnerves Micheal to the core. He knew Y/N before… whatever this is. He remembers how full of life their voice used to be. Now they sound about ready to die. He wonders what happened in the time they spent apart, but clearly now isn't the time for questions.

Y/N speaks again, shortly, skipping unimportant words, “Outside car. Gun. Prepare. Okay?” Michael nods, having understood enough to know what they want. He gets out of the car, holding his gun, ready to shoot whatever has to be shot. Y/N gets changed in the car into the clothes they bought, grabbing the toolbox and getting out. They tap Micheal on the shoulder, seemingly asking for his opinion on the outfit. He looks them over quickly before nodding, hoping that's enough reassurance for his quiet companion.

Micheal stands by the car as he watches Y/N walk up to a side door and knock. Some small kid let's them in before slipping out. Micheal recognizes the kid instantly, it's Gregory… but… he died years ago… he was the one who'd killed him. How is he here?

Gregory walks up to Micheal and smiles at him. Micheal gives him a confused look, prompting Gregory to respond, “I'm who you think I am. Father made animatronics of us all.” Micheal tears up a little, he wants to hug Gregory but decides against it for now, knowing he has to do what Y/N told him to. Gregory seems to understand, likely having aged mentally but being stuck in this child animatronic’s, he’d have an adults mind by now and would understand what's going on. Gregory gives Micheal a quick pat against his thigh as acknowledgement that he's his brother and he's happy to see him again too.

Inside the building Y/N wanders around, searching for something… or someone. They seen to find what they're looking for when a blonde security guard yells at them, asking who they are and what they're doing. They take in a sharp breath, preparing themself to speak in full sentences after so long of keeping their words minimal. “I’m Y/N. The maintenance person. I was told there was something that needed to be repaired.” They say confidently, their voice still sounding a little off, but passable for someone with anxiety or something of the sort.

The blonde nods and responds, “I’m Vanessa. The new security guard. I wasn't informed you'd be here.” Y/N nods, knowing that's what they'd be told, “They never do tell you guys! Your boss is a bit… silly. I've almost had the police called on me a few times because of that.” they joke slightly hoping it'll encourage a sense of safety in Vanessa. “‘My’ boss? Shouldn't he be yours too?” Vanessa inquires. Y/N has a quick response to this, “I’m freelance! I'm just often hired to do things here by your boss because I'm cheap.” Vanessa mulls this information over in her head for a moment before nodding, deciding what this ‘repair person’ said makes enough sense.

“Okay. I'll bring you to what I think my boss wants you to fix.” Vanessa kindly tells Y/N, guiding them over to a small room with a damaged control panel in it. “This controls the lights for the stage shows, it's been broken for a little while and we haven't been able to put the stars on stage.” she explains to them. They nod, “what's with the closet?” Y/N points at the weird side room in the side room. Vanessa shrugs, “I think it's storage.” Y/N eyes the door suspiciously, “I don't think so.” Vanessa looks at Y/N as if they're crazy. They look back as if Vanessa is dumb.

“Open the door.” Y/N tells Vanessa. It's barely a question, more of a demand. Vanessa looks taken aback before nodding and nervously reaching for the door handle. She hesitates for a moment, looking back at Y/N for reassurance. Y/N provides none, instead just raising an eyebrow expectantly. Vanessa gives them a look of dissatisfaction before turning back to the door and turning the handle, pushing it open a crack.

Y/N moves slightly closer to the exit of the room in case something happens… but nothing does. Vanessa pushes the door open a little more. There's nothing.

Until the door starts to move seemingly on its own. Vanessa screams and Y/N’s eyes widen. What appears to be a living corpse walks out with a knife, grabbing Vanessa and slitting her throat. Y/N attempts to escape but gets grabbed by the back of their shirt and stabbed in their lower back. They let out a whine of pain as the knife gets pulled back out and they're thrown to the floor. William steps out of the small office and into the main atrium, the soft glow of neck lights meeting his rotting eyes.

“I’m back.”

As William walks away Y/N slowly sits up. They try to get a look at their wound but find there's no point. They are able to conclude nothing too important was hit as blood isn't gushing from the wound, just seeping. They painstakingly make their way over to a dying Vanessa and gently hold her hand to comfort her. “Sorry…” They whisper out, “You deserved better.” they follow up. Vanessa turns her head to looks at them and smile softly, as if telling them it's not their fault. Y/N frowns for a moment before returning the soft smile, not wanting her to die with any feelings of guilt or dissatisfaction.

Y/N watches as the life drains from Vanessa’s body and gently rubs the back of her hand. Once they're sure she's dead they lay her down and cover her face with a cloth they found in the small closet. They bow their head at her, “Thank you for existing.” they quietly say to the corpse. They sit there for a little while, leaning against the wall, not wanting to leave the woman just yet.

Outside the building Micheal is starting to get worried about how long Y/N has been in the Pizza Plex. He looks down at Gregory who's leaning against the side of the car. “Stay here.” he commands Gregory. Gregory raises an eyebrow at him but nods. Micheal nods back at him, “If I'm not back in ten minutes, call the police.” Gregory nods again and Micheal hands him his phone before walking off into the building through the same side door Y/N had earlier entered through.

Once inside he can smell something rotting. He looks around and quickly spots the living corpse of his father. Micheal ducks down behind a table and slowly makes his way away from where his father is, doing his best to stay out of sight. He soon smells blood and rushes over to the scent. He spots the blonde girl’s corpse and Y/N nearby.

“What happened?” he hurriedly asks in a hushed tone. They glare at him as if it's obvious. Micheal rushes to assess Y/Ns’s injury, grabbing his small first aid kit and begging to bandage them up. They don't fight him on this, but they do elect on their own to snatch the painkillers from him and take two. Micheal lets them do this, knowing they're probably in a lot of pain.

As he finishes bandaging their wound his whispers to them, “what do we do?” Y/N replies by pointing at his gun. They're telling him to shoot William. He has no problems with that. He nods and gets up, reaching out a hand to them. They turn down his offer, wanting to just sit and what for him to get William dealt with as they aren't in a good position to help him. Michael nods understandingly before leaving the room.

Micheal quickly holds his gun up and aims at his father. He takes the shot and hits him in the back of the head. This doesn't seem to stop him but certainly gets his attention. As William begins to speak Michael starts shooting him some more, aiming to take off his limbs instead seeing as he's not gonna die.

It works, he manages to shoot off two of his legs and an arm, effectively stopping him from doing anything further. Micheal then returns to Y/N, this time not offering them help, but just putting an arm around them and pulling them up. Once they're back on their feet they step away from him and he reluctantly lets them go. They seem to walk out of the room fine, calming his concerns a little.

They walk over to William and pick up his knife. “Where is the rest of your family?” they demand, holding the knife to William’s face. William laughs, “They're dead and that boy should be too!” Y/N kicks him, “Tell me the truth!” He gasps at the impact, he looks like he wants to taunt and argue more, but he knows he's at a disadvantage and just sighs resigned, “My old home. My son knows where it is.” Y/N nods.

They walk back over to Micheal, “You heard the man. Let's go.” Micheal gives them a look before speaking, “I haven't heard you talk that much all day.” Y/N rolls their eyes, “Not the time.” he nods in response, “We can't just leave dad here, we need to get rid of him.” Y/N looks over at William, then at the room Vanessa's corpse is in, “We also need to call some sort of authorities to deal with the body.” Micheal nods at that, “What do you want to do then?” “Take him with us” they gesture to William, “And call 911 on one of the phones in the building and report a death.” “Why one of the building phones?” “It was clearly a murder. Don't want it traced back to us.” “Ohh, smart.” “Aren't we on the same task force?” “What's that mean?” Y/N just groans and goes to find a phone. Micheal looks around awkwardly before going to collect his father’s somehow still alive corpse.

Back at the base the guys are all squeezing in Price’s truck as they can't just drive around in a military vehicle to track down some weird soldiers that haven't exactly done anything yet. As they're just about to leave Lorie pulls open the back door and sits herself in the middle seat. Everyone groans as they hear her buckle herself in. Normally they'd tell her off but they decidedly don't have the time for that so they just accept it. Price starts driving, everyone on the lookout for Y/N’s car as Lorie yaps about unrelated things, trying to cuddle up with Gaz and Soap in the back seat.

Eventually they find Y/N’s car in the parking lot of the Pizza Plex. They pull up near it and see a small boy standing beside it. Price puts his window down and calls out to the boy. The boy looks up at him unamused, “What do you want?” “Have you seen the owner of that vehicle you're leaning on?” “I can't hear you! Get out of the truck!” Price groans at the but parks the truck anyway and gets out, the others joining him. Usually they wouldn't have done this, but it's just some kid, he's likely not a threat.

As the guys walk up to the boy he smirks at them, “What's your question then?” Price repeats his earlier words, “Have you seen the owner of this vehicle?” he points towards the car the boy is leaning on. Gregory laughs, “Yeah. Why?” “Just… looking for a friend.” Price replies. Gregory laughs again, “No ya aren't!” Price sighs, “And why aren't we?” “When are military men ever just ‘looking for a friend’? You should probably leave soon anyway. Police will be here soon.” Gregory advises. Price looks shocked, “Why’s that?” Gregory gives him a sinister look, “Heard there was a murder.” All four men give Gregory a shocked look. Gaz speaks worriedly, “Do you know who died?” Gregory shrugs, “Not Y/N or Micheal.” Soap then interjects, “Did they kill the person?” Gregory shakes his head in response, “Nope.” the guys let out a sigh of relief at that.

Lorie groans, “Why are we wasting time on some whiny brat? If they aren't here can't we just leave?” Ghost shoots her a glare while Soap replies, “the kid’s been more use than you have so watch your tongue.” She lets out a gasp and puts a hand on her chest, “What do you mean!?” Gaz rolls his eyes and Price tells her to be quiet. She begrudgingly shuts her mouth.

Gregory coughs to get everyone's attention, “I can bring you to them if you want?” Price nods, “That’d be greatly appreciated.” Gregory then gladly says “Follow me!” making a gesture for them to follow him as he walks unto the forest. They guys all look at each other quickly before following the kid. Lorie trails behind with an annoyed expression plastered on her face.

At the house Micheal finds the spare key easily as he once was an occupant of this now abandoned residence. He opens the door and gestures for Y/N to go inside. Micheal soon follows behind, dragging William along with him. Y/N plops down on a chair, dust flying everywhere, making the now trio cough. As the dust settles they too settle into the chair they've thrown themself down on, taking in the look of the old house. Once upon a time they used to come here to play with their best friend Micheal Afton… now they're here with him again, this time to dispose of his father.

Micheal leaves for a few minutes and Y/N hears a loud mechanical sound that slowly descends away. They look up tiredly as Micheal returns. “When do you think they'll get here?” they ask him quietly. “Who?” “The others. They're kinda after us.” “How do you know that?” “You're just asking now?” “Was there an earlier time?” “When I asked your brother to stay with my car?” “Yeah… why did you do that?” “You're still as slow as ever.” “Hey!” “I asked him to stay with the car so he could tell them where we're at.” “Why would you want them to find us?” “They'll completely lose trust in us if we just run away and come back. If we show them the truth they'll understand.” “Guess so.”

Gregory directs the guys to his childhood home, answering any questions with short answers, not sure how much he's allowed to tell. As he walks up to the door he sees its unlocked and goes to open it. Price stops him, “Are you sure, kid?” Gregory nods and turns the door handle, swinging the door open to the sight of Y/N on the dusty old chair. Gregory walks over to them and sits on the floor beside the chair. Y/N looks up at the guys and greets them with an almost unsettling smile given the situation.

“Come in. Close the door behind you.”

They guys are hesitant but decide to come inside. They look around to see if they can find Micheal but he can't be seen immediately so they give up and sit down on some of the other dusty furniture in the living room. Lorie sits on a single person chair, more or less in the middle of the room, as if she's the man of the house. No one really takes note of this though, not caring much for seat placement when in such an unnerving place.

Gregory seems at ease in his spot on the floor, having moved a little closer to the table in the center of the room. Y/N also appears pretty relaxed, they've clearly been here for a little while. Price clears his throat, “So, what's going on?” he inquires to Y/N. Y/N just looks over at him, then slowly scans across the others. “Just trust me. Please.” The guys seem reluctant, but given the situation, they have no other choice. Lorie on the other hand outright refuses and calls Y/N crazy. Y/N just sighs, deciding to just ignore the crazy woman.

Micheal soon returns with a platter of candy. He sets it on the table, offering it to anyone who wants it. Most, however don't, as the house looks very old so it's likely the candy is too. Micheal seems to not care much and pops a piece in his mouth anyway. Y/N seeing Micheal not look like he's suffering immediately after eating one of the candies takes one for themself. It's just hard candy, could survive nuclear fallout though. Gregory looks like he wants some, but he's no longer human enough to eat so he just plays with a candy, spinning it against the table with one of his fingers.

Soon an eery echoing starts and progressively gets louder.

“It's me.”

The voice says over and over again as the sound refracts around the room.

“It's me.”

“IT’S ME!”

Then a small ghost appears. A child. It's peaking just over the arm of the chair Y/N is sitting on. Usually one would scream at this, but after today's events, Y/N just calmly looks to the child. The guys gasp quietly while Lorie let's out a shrill scream which warrants glares and side eyes from everyone in the room. Micheal was more scared of Lorie’s scream than the ghost child, seeming to recognize the young soul and smiling kindly at them. Gregory gives the ghost child a big smile, definitely knowing them well.

The child speaks, “I'm Cassidy… Thank you for bringing my killer to justice. We all thank you.” Their voice sounds like a whisper being guided around by a light breeze.

Y/N nods at the child, “It's nothing. You deserve justice. We were all glad to help.” They gesture vaguely at everyone in the room. Lorie gasps at this, “I did not help with your crimes!!” Cassidy glares at Lorie, but nods in acceptance, “Thank you to those who did help. You are free to leave.” Cassthe's spirit then phases away.

Micheal gestures for the guys to leave and they do swiftly, not wanting to hang around this haunted house any longer. Lorie goes To get up but Y/N pushes her back down. “I tried to help you, but you sealed your own fate.” Y/N then walks away, Micheal and Gregory following behind them. Gregory closes and locks the door behind him, hiding the key back where Micheal had earlier found it.

Y/N claps to get everyone's attention, “Alright. Let's get back to the base!” The guys all give them a look. They look back, “What?” “What's gonna happen to Lorie?” Soap questions, less out of concern and more out of curiosity. Y/N gives him a look, “I think you already know.” Everyone nods in understanding.

Back at the base Price tells Laswell they cleared Y/N and Micheal's names, but knowing he'd sound crazy he doesn't explain how. Laswell does question this but he just requests she trust him. She sighs and nods, deciding there's no reason to distrust Price of all people.

Everyone is all sitting together in the common area and Ghost decides to ask the big question, “So, what the bloody hell was that?” Y/N, Micheal and Gregory all start trying to explain it in their own way, talking over each other and presenting a jumbled mess of nonsense. They three of them all stop for a moment and land on something quick and easy.

“We have no idea.”

The three then start laughing about it and Ghost rolls his eyes, but has a smile under his mask, just happy everyone is alright. Gaz looks confused while Soap finds their conclusion funny and laughs along with them. Price does the dad sigh, crossing his arms, shaking his head and smiling a the trio. He's glad everything turned out okay.

☆Story End☆

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