"But Sir... I like my macaroni." Toast whines softly. Ghost rolls his eyes, about to retaliate when a huge hole is blown in the wall, knocking both men to the ground.

"This is why you don't do macaroni!" Ghost hollers, quickly getting up and snatching a sword.

"Uh... Sir...?!" Toast gives his partner a questioning look.

"I'm gonna nunchuck these guys! I got a sword, Johnny! I got a sword!" Ghost chirps as he slices through the raid team coming up the stairs.

"Sir- be careful!" Toast yelps.

Ghost whips around, not paying attention to where he's throwing his sword, and slices the side of Toast's head. Not by much, but it starts bleeding.

".. Ow.." Toast cringes.

Ghost yelps and drops the sword, gripping Toast's shoulders. "Johnny! I'm so so sorry!" He helps Toast up the stairs and into the bathroom, where they blocked the door.

"Johnny, you really must be more careful. Things could've gotten a lot worse." Ghost hisses, searching for a cloth and bandage wrap.

"But Sir... I wanted to help..." Toast whines.

"My gun was out of ammo, and you were charging downstairs. What was I suppose to do?" Toast raises a brow.

Ghost sighs and dampens the cloth, soaking up the blood on the side of Toast's head.

"Hide in here. Or at least seek decent shelter..." Ghost mumbles, as he starts wrapping the bandage around Toast's head.

"... Sorry, Sir..." Toast mumbles, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

"It's fine, Johnny." Ghost gently hugs his partner, and gives him a loaded rifle. "Let's finish the job."

"Yes Sir."

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Dying. X.X THE FEELZ.