Task Force 141

Theme parks.

It was a place Task Force 141 was very unfamiliar with, they've never really had the time to indulge in such activities, let alone be interested in it. Price had a weak stomach, Ghost was deathly afraid of rollercoasters though he'd never admit it, and the two sergeants knew they'd get shut down if they even suggested the idea of going.

Every other week on an oddball day, the crew would take turns choosing where to spend the day as a form of recess, and of course spending time together, because even the strongest of men needed a break sometimes. Perhaps a pint or two to go with it as well, the group never missed the opportunity of cracking open a cold one on a hot day.

Unfortunately for the captain and lieutenant, today was Soap's choice to choose where they'd go, and he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Nah, he was taking advantage of this opportunity once and for all. Not like they had much of a choice anyways, he'd already bought the tickets.

"Ahaha! Bloody theme park, eh? With all the kiddo rides and shite?" Price chuckled, grazing his gloved hand over his mutton chops and shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm sure our bud here wouldn't li-"

"No. Fuck no." Ghost abruptly blurted out, affirming Price's mid-sentence. Soap rolled his eyes and glared at Ghost, staring at him with a scowl that had it been anyone else, would've gotten a knife to their throat. "Ey, what do ye mean no, this is my da-"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Johnny.." Ghost warned in that dangerous tone he was known for, crossing his arms and burning into Soap's gaze with his own. "Ease up, ease up.." Price sternly said, clutching his tactical vest and huffing softly. "The lads' right, it's his turn to pick, yeah?"

"Ayy, atleast it's not the damn pub we've been to.." Gaz chimed in, looking up at the ceiling and counting his fingers, laughing afterwards. "...ten times in a row. It'd be a good change of pace, c'mon.." He plead, giving a wink to the Scotsman. Ghost couldn't fucking believe what he was hearing, alas it wasn't like he could do anything about it, Soap was already showing Price the tickets.

Colorful buildings and pathways surrounded the Brits, sunshine glazing over the entirety as winds rustled through the hot air. Everything had been going swell thus far, they didn't even have to wait in lines. The reason? Ghost kept scaring away all the little children.. not necessarily on purpose, the man just didn't look.. the most friendly to put it nicely.

Soap was insanely hyper, his body bouncing up and down with every step from devouring the entire cotton candy stand. Gaz was carrying around a huge stuffed animal he'd won, a Blobfish of all things. "Heh, Ghost.. kinda resembles you, huh?"

The lieutenant rolled his eyes, bumping shoulders harshly with Soap after he giggled from the comment. Ghost was already on his fourth bottle, it was the only thing keeping him sane at this point. Never thought I'd see the fuckin' day..

As the sky turned into a shade of evening, the group had practically done everything there was to do.

Rides. "Again, again!!" Soap shouted hunched over, hands on his knees and panting from the adrenaline high. "Ya can't be serious, this is the fifth time.." Gaz sighed, Price pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think that's 'nuff coasters fer one day." Soap tried to interrupt but Price just shushed him, gesturing over towards Ghost who was currently trying to hold back the vomit gurgling at the back of his throat. "And I thought I was the wee one with the weak stomach.."

Arcade. "This shit is rubbish!" Ghost growled, failing for the third time at the claw machine whilst the others watched, clearly amused from seeing the lieutenant so riled up over something he deemed to be, in his words, "childish". As if that wasn't enough, Soap couldn't help but tease him when he finally decided to try out the sniper game, gun-controller in hand and aiming through the scope with deliberate slowness only to miss miserably. "Sniper of the year, ey?" He joked, taking Ghost's place and easily hitting the target, giving the biggest grin that Ghost was two seconds from slapping off. "Maybe our mate here needs to retire.."

Photobooth. "Oi, there's filters!" Gaz exclaimed, scrolling through the options before eventually choosing the 'UwU' filter, cat ears and whiskers now plastered on all four of them. "Jesus Christ.." Ghost mumbled, Soap way too close to the camera as he tried to be the center of attention, posing stupidly. Not like it mattered much anyways, Ghost was sinking in his seat, Gaz blinked in all the pictures and Price wasn't even in them, half of his body hanging out the booth from how cramped the burly men were in there.

The one thing they hadn't done, however.. the one booth they hadn't visited..

The Kissing Booth.

"Oooo.. lookie here.." Soap murmured, leading the group over to the booth inquisitively. "£0.79 ($1) per kiss" The card read, perched up on the table next to a tip jar. When Ghost finally realized what the hell this was, he turned around to start walking away before being stopped by Price, pulling the lieutenant back to the group. "Didn't know they still did shite like this." Price gruffly spoke, raising his glance up to the one running the booth.

CraveU user.

Soap tried to get in front of Price to cut in line, Price lightly pushing him backwards with narrowed brows. "Ey now, don't forget who's payin'" He reminded, blue eyes now back on CraveU user and smiling big. "Just a pound, hm? For a face as pretty as yours?" Price couldn't help himself, CraveU user was fuckin' adorable, and had the most lush lips. If only they could be wrapped around something else inste-

"For you, luvvy! Just lemme get a free pass, deal?" Gaz interrupted Price's thought, holding up the Blobfish and offering it to CraveU user in exchange for a free kiss. "Don't listen to em', I'll give ya' £79.69 ($100)! Whaddya say?" Soap proposed, reaching for Price's wallet. Ah, typical Soap, giving out money he just doesn't have. Ghost continued to stand there, watching the madness around him unravel in dumbstruck. Sure, CraveU user was a cutie, he wasn't blind.. but really, all of this fuss for a simple kiss? Touch starved wankers..

Way too much arguing, way too little funds. Too far in their heads for their own good, it was ultimately left up to you to get these blokes under control.