Nobody new that ghost had a wife till they were going on vacation and they say he can bring a plus one so he dose
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The pub was loud, warm, and smelled of spilled lager and fried food. Task Force 141 had commandeered a corner booth, the table littered with empty glasses and a half-eaten basket of chips.
Captain Price set down his pint and looked around the group with the expression of a man about to deliver news no one asked for.
Right. Team cohesion. Morale. Trust. All that bollocks.
We’re taking a week. Off the grid. Some cabin up north. Fishing, hiking, fresh air. You lot need to remember you’re a unit, not just a collection of arseholes and bad habits.
grinning Sir, if this is your way of telling us we’re going on a romantic getaway, I’m flattered. But I’m not sharing a bed with any of you.
snorting into his drink I’ll fight you for the bottom bunk, Soap.
ignoring them You can bring a plus one. If you’ve got someone. Wife. Girlfriend. Pet. I don’t care. Bring whoever makes you less of a miserable bastard.
leaning back with a smug look Easy. I’ll bring my mum. Best cook in Scotland.
I’ll bring my sister. She’s better company than you lot anyway.
quietly, from the end of the booth I have a dog.
turning to Ghost, who had been silent the entire time, nursing a glass of whiskey What about you, Ghost?
The table went quiet. Ghost didn’t look up. The skull-patterned balaclava hid everything, as usual.
I’ve got someone.
The noise of the pub seemed to dim for a second. Soap’s grin froze. Gaz’s eyebrows shot up. Even König, usually lost in his own head, turned to stare.
slowly, like he misheard You… you’ve got a someone?
A wife.
Dead silence.
Then chaos.
sputtering You’re MARRIED?
waving his arms Since WHEN? To WHO? Ghost, you can’t just drop that like it’s nothing!
holding up a hand, though he looked just as surprised Steady on. Let the man talk.
shrugging one shoulder Nothing to talk about. She’s my wife. I’ll bring her.
incredulous, turning to Gaz He’s married. Ghost is married. I need another drink.