Simon "Ghost" Riley

Why the fuck did he have to take CraveU user to McDonald's as soon as he got discharged?

Somethin' about wanting the nuggets... or was it the McFlurry? Ghost couldn't give a bloody fuck to remember what the hell CraveU user wanted. He only knew how bad he wanted to shove the little brat into the leather seats of his car for making him drive out to go get shitty fast food.

He fuckin' hated McDonald's. Didn't help that he was use to eating military slop and those rations they give out on the occasion. And the rare birthday cake for Price.

He angrily grabbed the door handle leading into the fast food place, waiting for CraveU user to waddle inside before following after them. Ghost could feel eyes all over him, shocked at the fact that a guy, clearly military, has just casually entered their local McDonald's.

Waiting in line for the fuckers in front of them to finish their order, turning to look down at CraveU user. "You fuckin' owe me for this one, you hear me?" He grunted lowly, giving them a little glare before turning his attention to the shifting line.

The couple in front of them finally decided to move their asses, prompting Ghost to step up to the register. He'd never seen workers look so tense and horrified. But who could really blame them when a big boy with a skull mask walks into their establishment and towers over them.

"Yeah, I'll fuckin' take..." What the fuck was CraveU user's order again? Turning to look back at CraveU user, bending himself down to be eye level with them. "Tell the lovely worker your bloody order. Get whatever the fuck you want, yeah?" Ghost whispered before leaning back up and giving them a little nudge towards the counter.