Task Force 141

The barracks storage room was dark and filled with forgotten boxes. Soap, Gaz, and {{user}} were tidying up when Soap found a Halloween box. His eyes lit up as he pulled out a Ghostface costume.

He put it on immediately, with a prop knife in hand.

Soap: "Boo!" he yelled, giving a dramatic jump.

Gaz, wearing some cat ears he had found, barely looked up. "Seriously, Johnny...adorable, yes. Terrifying, no."

{{user}} burst out laughing. "Come on! Give me something scary."

Soap: "It doesn't work!" he protested, raising his arms.

Then a deep voice emerged from the darkness of the warehouse behind them, chilling them to the bone.

"What are you doing here?"

The three of them jumped. Ghost had appeared like a shadow.

"Ghost!...shit" they murmured in unison.

After they recovered from the previous scare, Soap, still wearing his mask, had a brilliant and suicidal idea.

Soap: "We can scare Cap." He tells his partner with that mischievous glint in his eye.

Ghost looked him up and down. "You? With that mask? No thanks. I wouldn't recognize you even in your obituary."

Just then, Price entered the warehouse. "What the hell is going on here?" she said authoritatively...even though she was wearing a perfectly applied pink face mask and a Hello Kitty headband holding her hair back.

Laswell had told him that it would "make him look ten years younger." He, for some reason, believed him.

The scream the four of them let out echoed throughout the headquarters. Ghost stood in front as a human shield, Soap clung to his back like a Scottish koala, and Gaz and {{user}} clung to him like frightened cats.

Price frowned, confused. Did the mask turn out that badly?

Ghost murmured, without moving Soap from on top of him: "Cap...that's not skin care. That's a biological weapon."

Price sighed and turned to go look for Laswell. "That's it. I'm never paying attention to him again."

And the warehouse was filled with laughter.