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Top ten Danish sayings according to me

My ten favourite Danish sayings/turns of phrase (in no particular order), just because I love language. I say all of these regularly. Enjoy!

goddag mand, økseskaft – hello man, axe handle

This one is used when someone answers a question you asked in a nonsensical way or just in general when someone has said something foolish or nonsensical. you can read about the origin in Danish here.

det kan ske, det kniver med gaflerne – it may spoon it knives with the forks / it happens that the forks are in short supply

Not used in any specific situation other than when someone says det kan ske 'it happens', because ske 'spoon' and ske 'happen' just so happen to be homonyms. Additionally kniv 'knife' and knibe 'be in short supply' are almost homophonous, especially if kniv was a verb.

fra folk og fulde børn skal man høre sandheden – from people and drunk children you will hear the truth

This is not actually the saying, it's supposed to be børn og fulde folk, but it's more fun like this. Originally, this refers to the fact that neither children, nor the drunk tend to think too hard before speaking, thus they tend to tell the truth.

det haster ikke mere end det jager – it's no more urgent than urgency

Excuse my creative liberties here, as both haste and jage mean 'be urgent'. It is more or less synonymous with "take it easy, no rush" – a sort of Danish hakuna matata.

To me, as someone from Western Jutland, jager should always be pronounced jawer ['ja.wʌ] in this saying.

stå med håret i postkassen – to have gotten one's hair stuck inside the mailbox

A metaphor for when you are in some sort of trouble or problematic situation where you feel like you have no power to change your unlucky situation. Often used when you are disappointed as a result of being cheated somehow.

det kan noget – it does something

My best approximation of an English version is "it's got a certain je ne sais quois", because that's literally what it means. It does something for you, specifically, but you're not entirely sure what exactly it is that it does – but it works!

man kan æggehvide, hvad man æggeskal – one egg whites what one eggshells | one cannot know what one should not do

Another pun, I am sorry for being your literal dad, I guess. Basically æggehvide 'egg white' sounds like ikke vide 'not know' and æggeskal 'eggshell' sounds like ikke skal 'should not'

ikke nå nogen/noget til sokkeholderne – not being able to reach someone/something's garters

When someone/-thing is not nearly as good as someone/-thing else. You know, it barely reaches above their knee!

hvor der handles, der spildes – where stuff gets done, stuff gets lost

Exactly what it says on the tin. Its English cousin is "you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs".

fanden og hans pumpestok – the Devil and his pump stick

Yes, this is as vulgar as it sounds. This one is used last in lists of things that are excessive, e.g, vi skulle støvsuge, slå græs, fjerne spindelvæv, dampe gulvtæppet og Fanden og hans pumpestok 'we had to vacuum, mow the lawn, remove cobwebs, steam the carpet and God knows what else'.

Honourable mention for this one that I learnt while looking stuff up in the dictionary:

[ID: A screenshot from Danish online dictionary ordnet.dk of the entry for the saying 'anbringe bagdelen i klaskehøjde'. It explains the saying and additionally recommends the entries for smæk and øretævernes holdeplads. End ID]

Translation:

to place one's backside (ass, bum) in smacking height.

TRANSFERRED MEANING cause oneself to end up in a situation where one might very easily be exposed to criticism and negative reactions from one's surroundings – e.g., by speaking openly about a certain case USE informal

SEE ALSO spanking | the whoopings' parking space

#literally googled 'euphemisms for getting beat up' to find a translation of øretæver that i liked #the literal translation is ear beatings #but its about ~the vibes~ as is the trend for translations #anyway heres a post!!!#danish #danish language #langblr #Danish langblr #language #idioms #sayings #vocabulary #original

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ancient-romes · 1 year

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I actually started watching Black Mirror yesterday, that one super popular Netflix show? It’s rlly weird but in kind of a fascinating way? I like how subtle the messages are, doesn’t rlly throw them in the audiences face yunno? Though some of the concepts (namely “The National Anthem”) are just fucking insane

OHHHHJ I LOVE BLACK MIRROR lemme rec u some eps

#mailbox #kniv #i have 2 eps i need to watch according to sally they're insane lol #black mirror always keeps me on my toes cause i never know if its gonna be a good ending or not

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coochiequeens · 2 days

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“Section 183 of the Criminal Code only applies to men. If a man uses self-ID to become a woman, he can no longer commit a criminal offense for exhibitionism.” - criminal defense attorney Udo Vetter

If a community is truly oppressed I would think that they would be opposed to any law that would give perverts a legal loophole in their name. But then I've been saying for years that the TQ+ community needs to clean house.

By Marielena Meder September 19, 2024

A trans-identified male from Troisdorf, Germany, is facing charges after attacking multiple women in two disturbing incidents involving knives and exhibitionism. But a debate is now raging in court as legal experts weigh whether the man, who identifies as a “woman,” can be charged with exposing his penis, a crime only males can be prosecuted for.

The man, 56, is scheduled to stand trial in Bonn for threats and grievous bodily harm related to two incidents, one from 2021 and one from 2022. Due to Germany’s strict privacy laws, the man’s full name has not been released, but he will be referred to as “Klaus” for the purposes of this article.

In August of 2021, Klaus followed a woman home and attacked her while she was at her front door. Klaus is alleged to have grabbed her from behind and held a knife to her throat while he wrangled her boots off. The woman fought back, suffering cuts to her neck and hands, and was able to send her attacker fleeing thanks to her loud cries for help. Klaus was wearing women’s clothes at the time of the attack, and is said to be a women’s shoe fetishist.

The next year, in December, Klaus exposed his penis to two women on a train. The regional court in Bonn must now decide whether this was a sexual offense, as Section 183 of the German Criminal Code only imposes a fine or a prison sentence to men for exhibitionistic acts. Because Klaus is legally considered “female,” he may avoid this charge entirely.

The uncertainty is the result of Germany’s recently-passed gender self-identification law, which is considered by many to be the most relaxed legislation of its kind in the world. In 2022, well-known criminal defense attorney Udo Vetter warned about the impact the law would have on criminal proceedings, writing on social media that: “Section 183 of the Criminal Code only applies to men. If a man uses self-ID to become a woman, he can no longer commit a criminal offense for exhibitionism.”

The verdict on whether Klaus can also be convicted of exhibitionism is expected within the next two months.

Klaus has an extensive criminal history stretching back years. According to the General-Anzeiger, which referred to Klaus as a “woman,” a reading of his past criminal record took the court over two hours.

In October of 2008, Klaus attacked a 52-year-old woman, violently pulling her to the ground and sitting on her so he could rip her boots off her legs. According to a news article on the incident, Klaus admitted to becoming aroused when he put the boots on after fleeing to a nearby forest. During the subsequent police search, investigators found a whole collection of women’s boots at his home.

The next year, he attacked a 54-year-old woman who was heading home from carnival celebrations dressed as a female pirate in order to steal her boots. When she fought back, he strangled her, cut her face with a knife, bruised her upper body, and fled. He claimed at the time that he had only been able to commit the assault because he had been allowed to walk free from his 2008 crime.

Klaus was ultimately sentenced to two years and four months in prison after being convicted of aggravated extortion and grievous bodily harm. At the time, the court also recommended he be confined to a permanent placement in a psychiatric institution after hearing expert testimony from a psychiatrist who labeled him dangerous and at risk of escalating his behavior to more serious acts of violence.

On the witness stand, Klaus reported that his obsession with women’s footwear had started with his mother’s clothes, and, when he was just 19 years old, he attacked a woman to steal her boots. His parents are said to have sent him to therapy in vain.

His stay in the psychiatric clinic lasted around 7 years and, while confined to the facility for his criminal convictions, Klaus changed his legal sex and received breast implants. Disturbingly, due to the laws in place at the time, Klaus would have had to receive the approval of two mental health professionals to proceed with his legal sex change.

Germany’s new Self-Determination Act (SBGG) comes into effect in November. The law, which was met by overwhelming backlash from women’s rights campaigners, established “gender identity” as a protected characteristic and allows parents to change the sex marker on their children’s documents from birth. The SBGG also creates the potential for citizens to be fined up to €10,000 (approx. $11,500 USD) for revealing a person’s given name and birth sex without their permission – an action that trans activists staunchly oppose and refer to as ‘deadnaming.’

The SBGG allows individuals to change their legal sex and name without any diagnosis of gender dysphoria, and does not discriminate against those with criminal records. Even convicted sex offenders such as rapists, pedophiles, exhibitionists and voyeurs can easily change their legal sex and first name at a registry office.

#Germany #Violent perverted men using self ID laws to get out of criminal charges #Troisdorf #Section 183 of the German Criminal Code #Not a woman #NotOurCrimes #a reading of his past criminal record took the court over two hours #Women's shoe fetishist #He still has his penis but he got breasts implants #autogynephilia #Self-Determination Act (SBGG)#The SBGG does not discriminate against those with criminal records

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altar-ov-plagues · 11 months

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octopiys · 7 months

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The Screaming, Heaving, Fuckery of the World

Relationships(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley/John "Soap" MacTavish

Warnings: blood, violence, explosions, Soap faints like a Victorian woman, religious imagery, Graves

Chapter 4

"-ell's fucking bells!" Johnny had exclaimed over the comm, surprise and fright written clear in his voice. It took Ghost a minute to find his comm button, was it a minute too late? But then Johnny continued. "Do... D'ya see the caged dog?" He was quiet.

The other man wasn't far behind him, in fact, he had avoided the house almost entirely. The dog was originally chained outside, frothing and barking its head off at Ghosts's sudden approach, alerting a few Shadows in the process. He slunk back into the darkness of the looming houses and kept moving. They must've put the dog inside after that.

"Big geezer. If he barks, shoot him and repo quickly." He had responded. A few more moments of silence, and he realized that Johnny wouldn't engage with it, either.

"Yer st-ne cold, Simon." Came Soap's reply, effectively stopping his heart for a second, at least.

Simon. He called him Simon. But Simon wasn't here, not anymore, Ghost was. This was Ghost. This is what happened when he killed Simon. There was nothing left of the man who came before.

Was there?

"What has two legs and bleeds?" Ghost changed the subject suddenly, was it too suddenly? He didn't know. But he had something to quickly ease the situation that his own mind had created, an endless pit of darkness that threatened to swallow him whole.

"-on't....Don't tell me...." Soap's strained reply came, as Ghost went quiet. Two of Graves' men had rounded the corner of the square, bickering amongst themselves. Americans. He recognized them as two of the younger transfers, ones Graves had put in for personally, 3-1, and 3-2. 3-2 was a bit of a pretentious ass, which is why he could see Graves had wanted him. 3-1, on the other hand, seemed to be in slight support of the 141, before being quickly shut down by 3-2. They entered a house and were gone. He kept moving.

"'Alf a dog." He replied, smirking to himself without knowing at John's horrified response.

After that, there was a bit of quiet on the other end of the Station, aside from the two's different breathing and the rain, it was quiet calm. Too calm.

Something splashed behind him, and Ghost turned on a dime, firing his silenced pistol twice into the one who snuck up on him, but not before the attacker fired.

The Shadow dropped to the ground, red spilling profusely from his chest and he weakly reached to radio. Ghost kicked his hand away and watched the light fade from his eyes.

"Give me a sit rep." Ghost said, trying to stifle his own wound. It wasn't anything major, but the bullet grazed his leg, leaving a less than deep laceration on his thigh. He pulled some supplies off the body and bandaged it up, tying himself a tourniquet around the upper leg of his pants, wincing.

"I'm outside. Gated alley." Soap said, the strain in his voice now only slightly worrying Ghost more.

"Stick to the sides. Stay low." He advised, glancing around his area and deciding to keep heading towards the church. One of his knives soon became embedded in another silent attacker, but the barks of men below him made him stumble for escape.

"Copy."

"You may get a brag rag for this." Ghost said, cutting himself off as he painfully hit the ground after vaulting himself from a window.

"A medal...?" Soap asked.

It took a second for Ghost to respond, the makeshift bandages bleeding through on the impact, and he crouched behind an ac unit, trying to fix it. "Chest candy."

"That's all rubbish." Ghost could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"Said you wanted a win. Congratulations. You're a winner." He deadpanned. The bleeding slowed, only a little.

"Away an bile yer heid...!" Soap spat, thoroughly confusing Ghost more than the other man usually does.

"English, Mactavish..." Ghost murmured, doing a quick inventory check. He was down three of five knives, and he had probably six good bullets left in his gun. Gotta make them count, somehow.

"Sorry sir, let me translate. Go fuck yourself."

"Much better." Simon smiled.

Soon enough, he found his way into the church through a hole in the locked iron gate. He snuck through around the back, the janitorial door having been left unlocked. Surprisingly enough, the church was empty. Firelight spilled through the stained glass onto the floor, highlighting the pews like it was a hint.

Ghost wasn't a religious man, never wanted to be, never will. The effects of Simon's father had made good on that. He left the pews behind, and found the staircase leading to the steeple.

"Church is on the north side of the city." Ghost informed, the stairs taking him longer than usual with a wounded leg. "I'm gonna find a sniper position in the church tower. Find your way there, you might just make it."

There was a pause before Mactavish responded. "Graves is roundin' up cops...."

"He's judge, jury, and executioner now." Ghost snarled, looking through a bin he had found that had spilled its contents down the staircase. It almost made him trip up, not having seen it all in the darkness. He wished he still had his flashlight, but he had lost it somewhere between he and Johnny, no matter how far that was.

"Found a bottle."

Ghost's mind jumped into gear. "Use it as a distraction if you're in a pinch."

There were a few minutes of silence that confusingly worried Ghost. He worked alone, he didn't care much if that's how he continued doing so. But for once, once in a very long time, he hoped that would be the case.

"Worked li-e a charm." Soap crackled over the radio.

Ghost breathed out a sigh of relief. "Told ya. Listen to me for once, and you might just learn something."

"-big boy with the skull, and you're already dead." He heard another voice, mousely quiet. Background noise. Johnny told him he had picked up a few items that Ghost recognized that could be made into an impromptu smoke bomb.

"Sweet, I like it." Soap smiled, he could hear.

"Guarantee you they won't."

"I wanna - English motherf-ckers. The one with the sk-l and the leprechaun." More background noise he could hear. Soap had forgotten to click his mic off.

"Leprechauns-? Dude, th-'re Irish, I - you." Sounded who he could barely recognize as 3-1.

"Yea -udes with the skirts."

"It's ca----d a kilt."

"It's a dude in a dress. That's all I know." 3-1 said. Ghost took a shaky breath. He'd kill him if he ever saw him again. This can't stand.

"You- an a--ho-" The comm cut off abruptly. John must've noticed, but that didn't keep Ghost's blood from boiling. How close was he, already?

"Ghost, you missing a knife?" Soap asked suddenly.

"Several." Ghoat reached a door at the top of the staircase, barely winded, but his leg hurt like a bitch.

"I think I found one."

"Some of the dead Shadows are my handiwork." He said proudly, trying the handle. Locked.

"Ya come through here?"

"On my way to the church." Right before he bucked himself through a window and his behind the air conditioning.

"And ya left me?" Soap sounded betrayed, leaving a pang in Simon's chest.

"I'm used to working alone." He defended, being the first thing that came to mind.

"So much for no man left behind." The other man grumbled.

"Just get yourself to the church." Ghost replied, quietly. "Busy trying to keep you alive and get here in one piece. One of us needs to survive to tell the tale." The last part he didn't exactly mean, but it still came out that way. He wanted them both to get out alive, or Johnny at the least. But there was always that feeling in the back of his mind that any mission he took with someone else, they never turned out well. He worked alone for a reason.

He was cursed, after all.

Soap paused, unsuccessfully hiding a shaky voice. "....what're my odds?"

"Don't make me bet against you. You still got a lot of ground to cover." He said softly. His way of apologizing.

"Found a mousetrap." Soap informed suddenly.

"Very useful." He whispered, breaking through the door, using the butt his other empty gun to bash the handle.

"Can act li-e a tri--er?" John had asked, sounding hopeful.

"Good, Johnny. Not an airstrike, but it'll do." He murmured, setting a few of his things down to secure the door.

He could hear John's breath catch on the other end, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in amusement.

"Black powder...." Oh. Not the reason he thought.

"This could get interesting..." Ghost said, getting in a snipers position after securing the door, the jostle of his gear unwillingly adjusting his mic, and sending a fresh throb through his leg.

It was a few minutes before he heard shouting on the other end. Johnny had gotten rather close to the comm, his breathing ragged, he could hear, and other voices started the trickle through, shouting commands.

"Mactavish? What's going over there?" He asked, feeling his blood pressure start to rise.

Static.

"Soap?"

....

"Johnny! Come in!"

He was almost shouting into the mic. Had they gotten to him? Had Graves found him? Was he dead?

"Mactavish!! Johnny! Status, Johnny!!" He was full on shouting now, foolishly not caring if any of the enemy heard him from his perch. Worry was evident in his voice, but he did not care.

A drawn out groan from the speaker. "......fuckkk..."

"Soap! Soap, come in! Sit r- Sit rep, Johnny!" He commanded anxiously.

"Copy, Simon." A vague mumble.

"Bloody christ, Johnny. What the fuck happened?" He took a minute to calm himself down.

"Not sure. Blacked out.... I think...." The Sergeant trailed off, voice wavering.

"Stay with me, Johnny. Find a gun." If there's anything that Ghost can relate to, it's pain. Or more of, getting through it. In his head, if you can focus on something else, than it'll distract you from the fact that your life could be about to end momentarily. It wasn't healthy, Price made him sure to know that much, but it was a mechanism he hadn't been able to shake.

"Got yer knife..." Soap said, his voice fading in and out.

"Not for suprise combat you don't. How injured are you?" He almost scolded him for not telling sooner.

".......arm." Soap said weakly. He could hear the self hatred in the admittance.

"I stand corrected." He softened his voice, only slightly. "Stifle the bleeding. We'll get you outta there." Ghost promise.

Johnny screamed on the other end, almost shorting out his comm.

"SOAP?!" Ghost panicked.

Silence.

"Killed a Shadow." The other man whispered.

"Take his gun, move on. We'll deal with it later." Ghost's voice was still soft, surprising himself. He knew how the Sergeant must be feeling. We'll deal with it later, when we're safe....

"Ghost...." Soap started.

"All clear?" He asked.

"Appears to be."

"Good. Stay on guard and keep moving to the church." Ghost hesitated, but asked anyways. "Feeling weak, are you?"

"...a bit shaky sir, yeah." Mactavish said faintly.

"Graves tried to kill us. Makes sense you'd be a bit off. Find a stim. It'll give you a good boost." Ghost advised, taking out a too curious Shadow near the gate.

The rain was coming down hard now, almost obscuring his vision. The streets were starting to flood, and Ghost watched, as if mesmerized, as the Shadow's blood flooded out, mixing with the water, and going down a storm drain.

"It's pishin' it doon out here." Soap grumbled incoherently.

"Speak english." Ghost groaned in frustration.

"It's raining fucking hard." Soap, the Now American with a Terrible American Accent, said. Ghost's lips twitched.

"Then say so."

"I did!" Soap replied, mock offended.

"Rain'll cover your tracks." Ghost said, taking aim on a group of Graves' men that were crawling the streets like rats, just discovering their fallen comrade.

"It'll cover theirs too. Found a stim." He heard the slight squeak that Mactavish made when he presumably stabbed himself with said stim. Undeniably....

"Let's just focus on you, Johnny." He murmured, shifting.

"So you do like me." Soap's smug scottish accent purred through the mic.

Ghost choked, unwillingly. "I- I like you alive..." He spluttered. Nice save, Simon. Ghost.

"Ghost...."

"Soap?"

"Found a tripwire attached to a shotgun. Disarmed it. Took the gun. It's nice..." Soap was clearly more excited about it than he let on.

"Open hearts and open minds with it Johnny." He paused, watching a clearly defined figure nove into the streets and curse loudly enough to hear over the rain. The commander. "Graves is burning the midnight oil to find us, Johnny. Why?"

"Graves and Shepherd are both involved." Soap theorized, but it was as much as correct as Ghost hoped. "No matter what, this is an unprecedented amount of fuckery." Johnny was angry. Simon almost laughed. "We need to get to the bottom of it."

"Deadly accurate shots are one way. Right now, we're not safe here." Ghost said to enforce, just in case.

"Right now...? We're not safe anywhere L.t." The Sergeant's anger wasn't misplaced, but he had no other outlet. He went quiet after that. Until... "L.t., about to play rough with the Shadows..."

"I like the sound o' that." Ghost grumbled affirmively..

"Fashioned a trip mine."

"A man after my own heart." Ghost responded, sounding almost fond. Simon.

God, he had to shut himself down. Not again.

"You have a heart?" Soap interrupted his thoughts.

"A cold one."

"I'm in the coffee shop." Soap informed the Lieutenant. He almost had a visual.

"Get us a tea."

"Fucking Brits..." Johnny breathed, sending a flare through Ghost's chest.

Shut it down, Simon.

"Yer gonna owe me for this." Soap said in a warning.

"Why?" Ghost asked curiously. As far as he knew, Johnny would owe him, not the other way around.

"We're fixing each other's problems." He said it like the simplest thing in the world. There was too much of him to fix, and he wasn't entirely sure Johnny could fix them all. Could he?

"What's my problem?"

"The mask.... take it off." Mactavish whined, sending Simon into a heated full body flush.

"Sh- Show my face?" Ghost stammered.

"Yes sir."

".....Negative."

He can't look himself in the mirror. It was December 26th. The day after Christmas. There was blood running down the drain, from his wounds, and from whatever washed off of him. No matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn't get the light heaviness of Joseph off his palms. He was so small, so broken- he was-

"Are you ugly?" That was one thing he... enjoyed, about Soap. He cut straight to the point. No sugarcoating.

It was his fault, he believed. Simon's. The moment of letting guard down. They were gone. He could see the mirror. The Ghost of who he was shined back at him. Soulless. Unfeeling.

The mirror shattered on impact.

"Quite the opposite."

"I doubt that."

Ghost debated killing Graves then and there. He was too distracted.

The commander stormed down an alleyway, for lack of words. The combination of the wind and rain chilled Ghost. He hoped Soap was doing okay.

"Johnny... Towns full o' tunnels. One leads out across from the church. Be advised. The tunnel is flooded." He warned. "Prepare for a cold swim."

"Can't wait." Soap responded sarcastically.

He had managed to avoid the tunnels entirely, but he wished he had gone through them, for he wouldn't have the pain in his leg if he did.

"Found some oil!" Soap said enthusiastically.

For a few intervals of time, he heard gunfire. It seemed like someone had gotten onto Soap. But it continued. He held onto the sliver of hope he had bathed himself in.

"Oil, bottle, find some rope for a wick..... Time for a cocktail." Ghost mused, wiping some rainwater from his scope.

"You still standing, Johnny?" He asked when the gunfire ceased.

"Think I'm clear...." Came his stressed response.

"Good. Stay sharp and meet me at the church."

Soap eased himself into the cold water of the flooded tunnel. By 'easing himself,' he means mindlessly sliding down the algefied slope with no way to stop himself or prepare him for the cold. The water iced him all the way done to the bone, and he chattered almost immediately. "Creepin bloody jesus...- Ghost-"

"Talk to me Johnny." Came the Lieutenant's immediate reply.

"Found the tunnel."

"The church plaza is on the other end of the tunnel. Push through, you're nearly there." He couldn't help but hear the anxiety in the usually emotionless man's voice.

Something fired, and pinged wildlessly off the walls. Shadows had found their way into the sewers.

"Ghost! I got Shadows wearing body armor!" He called, not being able to keep his voice quiet, and fired back. "Here we go...."

"You'll have to get in close and find the gaps." Ghost said quickly.

"Rog." This meant he had to swim. God, what kind of foreign materials and bacteria would get in his shoulder.... He didn't even want to think about it. He ducked under the surface of the water, only popping back up for air or to shoot a Shadow in the back, their blood mingling with his, and the other nuances in the water.

Soon enough, he found the staircase that lead upwards. He came out roadside, the church and its towers in wondrous glory.

"Got eyes on the church?" Ghost asked.

"Aye. I think I found a way in." Soap said, hopping a fence. He wasn't as graceful as he'd wished, landing on his feet and stumbling some. Ghost was always graceful when he jumped a fence. The perfect control over his entirety of body mass movement. And that ass-

Hold on a minute.

He shook himself free from his thoughts, an indescribable look crossing his face.

"-crawling with Shadows. I'll hold em off until we RV in front of the church and secure a vehicle for exfil." Ghost had continued speaking over Johnny's thoughts.

"Roger that." He agrees, moving through the hallway.

"Give em hell, Johnny, we're almost there." Ghost encouraged, and he could hear the slight slip in his voice into something else unidentifiable. He'd have to ask later.

There was a door into the courtyard he had to get through, fashioning a prying tool he used to open it. It opened much easier than the others, mainly because of the help from a not so friendly nor helpful Shadow. He seemed as surprised as Johnny felt, uttering his confusion before body checking the Scot, sending him flinging to the floor. John cursed, raising his gun in his left hand, his right arm to pained to do much with from the impact on the floor.

"All Shadow stations, got one near the church!" The attacker said into his comm, kicking the gun from his hand.

"Kill him!" There was one unmistakable voice that he did not wish to hear right now. Graves.

Just then, the soldiers exclaimed, and his body jerked as a bullet pierced his chest. He went down like a lead balloon, trying to stop himself from bleeding.

"Holy hell...." Soap grabbed his gun. "Ghost, was that you?" He put a bullet through the helmet of the Shadow.

"Who else? Now go!" Ghost was pissed. This was not a good sign for anyone who he had deemed an enemy. So... that meant everyone.

He ran into the courtyard, sliding to a stop behind a car, firing some at the oncoming soldiers.

"Give me a bloody break.... Ghost, how copy?" Soap yelled into the comm. "Ghost! How copy!?"

"Got -ompany in --- church! They're not here for forgiveness!" Ghost ruggedly shouted back as gunfire raged in the background. "Get to the -- steps! I'll be there!"

"Copy L.t!" Soap ran.

He ran for what his life was worth, but bothering to fire backwards, or fire at all unless someone was directly in front of him that wasn't Ghost. None of them were.

The church was in sight, and well in reach. He slid on the wet cobblestone, but kept his forward motion. He could see a figure at the open doorway.

Ghost.

Something was flung overheard, a small round object sailing through the air. It fell through a window of a car he was just about to pass, and he realized too late what it was.

Everything turned dark the second after he was sent flying.

The grenade blew, launching the car into immediate flames.

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