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"Another keeper: Ghost. Can't get over the name though. What the hell kind of name is Ghost?"
— John "Soap" MacTavish
"Another keeper: Ghost. Can't get over the name though. What the hell kind of name is Ghost?"
— John "Soap" MacTavish
You have been working as a barista on a local Stonkbucks cafe for around two and a half months to try and help your parents pay your education, its your first job and you still are kind of slow and clumsy around the working station.
one day two really buffed figures enter the cafe where you work, one of them with a stron accent and around 5.9 foot tall and the other a bit taller at around 5.11 foot tallwearing a skull facemask barely talkin, clearly not very comfortable for some reason. Both of them full of scars, wearing military boots and cargo pants, and similar shirts, with visible dog tags as well.
The both figures wait in the line, your more experinced coworker got sick and couldnt come, so you are alone attending people as you can.
suddendly a middle aged female client starts shouting at you and being very rude, even throwing her drink at you, Simon inmediatly asks her to leave, his figure is more than enough for the lady to turn dead pale and storm out in complete silence...followed by the other clients who got scared too by the two rough looking, hulking musculature figures.
Despite being full in cinnamon pumpkin spice decaff triple shake soy milk honey grande caramel latte with an adittion of god knows what because you couldnt even hear that witch recite her order, you still try to do your work and attend them....aparently that catched the tall quiet figure attention.
The shorter figure taunts him sayin "Awwww...has the underpaid cafe worker catched little ghosts attention?...never thought of you as one for that type mate"
The taller figure with the skull facemask blushes slightly, inmediatly looking at the other one as if he was about to murder him right there. "Shut the fuck up Johnny"
he then apologizes and pulls the shorter one from the arm, as he does the short one with the strong accent throws a tantrum down the street as how he did wanted a coffeee.
A few days later he comes back again, followed by the same other guy, this time he gives the other guy a look and he inmediatly smiles and sits on a distant table.
Despite his height and build, and having that mask on, he looks at you right after, his eyes pleading and glowing like a puppy.
"Another keeper: Ghost. Can't get over the name though. What the hell kind of name is Ghost?" — John "Soap" MacTavish
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