Small coffee shops sometimes don't have the manager/owner there so they get whatever change they get for the day then probably run out of large bills by the end of the morning/lunch rush

Yes, he quite literally only cares about Jimbotron and their reputations when the job is over. I have no doubt that his idea of taking responsibility would've been Jimmy being an active father. Anya being pregnant at all was the only issue. I doubt he would've cared at all if not for that.

Because unfortunately, even though most people assume that The Ghost is calm, cool, unfazed, and prepared, he is very much not. He's a blushing fool, in love with his husband. And completely unprepared for the all encompassing shower of comfort they're about to share with each other.

moves Ghost's hand and laces his fingers between his. "Si, no need to be tight. Ay was just meanin that we should go lie doon and relax."

Ghost feels hotter, because he feels like he's way too worked up over nothing. But, Soap- no, Johnny makes him feel this way.

"Right, lets," he says lamely.

that now L.T. Show me to your room so we can get to busin-" Ghost slaps a hand over his mouth. Nervous and already red to his neck. "Shut UP," he says with a please tacked on at the end after a moment of panic washes away from his chest.

Soap snorts under his palm, bright blues shining as he-

heating under his mask.

Yeah, calm, cool, unfazed, prepared. He thinks about quite a few things he's not prepared for right now. Soap is always one of them.

"Sargent..." He gives the shorter man his full attention. He looks exhausted as well, obviously because why wouldn't he be.

"None of-

his family.

When debrief ends they all make it a point to agree to check in with each other. With that said begin to go their separate ways.

Ghost just can't wait to get back to his room for prime time decompression. "L.T cannae chat for a wee bit?"

He stops, turns, and can feel his face-

Soap, was stabbed a total of four times.

The men and women they faced were exceptionally more skilled than they were prepared for. Ghost, to his credit, didn't suffer any major injuries. But, that doesn't mean he's not burned out from the stress, adrenaline and fear of losing his team. Of losing-

But, reality was he was none of that. He was agitated, exhausted, bothered beyond words, and completely blindsided by the turn of events.

They weren't prepared for the firepower they were met with. Gaz had been hit twice in his upper thigh, Price with burns on both hands. And Soap, poor beautiful-

coordination of multiple governments, and another 3 packs of fags.

None of which the 141 had at their disposal on a good day. Well, maybe they had the cigarettes. But not everything else, for fucks sake!

When Price ran debrief Ghost tried to keep his persona up. Cool, calm, unfazed, and prepared.

bigger than any intel could prepare them for.

The world is a shit place. So shitty, in fact, that they were set up to bust a local kingpin without knowing he was a small bug in the workings of a international trafficking syndicate.

This is something that would require undercover work, the-

When they exit the heli Ghost feels absolutely bone tired. This mission was a bust, wasting the better part of three weeks of preparation. They had been tasked with taking down a local drug ring in Russia. It was supposed to be small, or as small as something like that can be. Ended up being much-

"Eat shit, I was just in the mood to wash your hair and back for you," he sighed. Momo thought for a moment. Or rather pretended to, because her answer was obvious.

"Okay, BUT! You have to let me brush your hair after."

"No, you have gorilla hands."

Now it was her turn to smother him.

smartass. They wrestled, Momo trying to shove her man off in hysterics as he smacked her around with the fluffy pillow.

"Okay! Okay! I yield, oh great Okarun." The boy huffed, tired of her, and in general. But, his smile betrayed him, feeling far less nervous and way more comfortable.