WE BUILT THIS CITY || p, Sahl

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YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — Well, oddly enough for the clumsy Roach, always relying on Ghost once things went south, he had been their mechanic! Fixing cars and guns and all that. It was a miracle that a car didn’t fall on him or a gun fired off when it wasn’t supposed to. His luck had to run out sometime, and that was with this shelf. His suit had been a bit bunched up under it. A sigh escaped him and he attempted to shrug. “Dunno. Now, can you help me get out? He asked innocently.

Last Soap would have expected to see was a fellow sniper. While Soap was extremely handy in computers, knowing how to hack, destroy the computer, and act as if he’d never done anything, he doesn’t miss holding his breath and watching the bullet spin and fly. He had been dwelling on his thoughts when his phone buzzed with a text. Oh. Someone was out there. Archer, in fact. Odd. That guy was always angry or cold, never in between. He could really mess this up. That meant that Soap had to babysit him. A sigh escaped him as he pushed the doors open, feeling the cold air as he moved to find Archer. The Celt finally found him and slipped by him. He had to disguise his accent, not speaking like normal. “Anything you want to happen tonight?”
— WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER