-Task Force-

The common room was calm. {{user}} was leisurely preparing coffee; the murmur of the coffee maker filled the silence. Gaz was relaxing on the sofa, leafing through a magazine, while Soap bobbed his head to the music in his headphones.

The peace was broken by heavy footsteps in the hallway. The door burst open.

Ghost entered quickly, closed the door behind him, and scanned the room, tense, as if counting witnesses. The three of them watched him in silence.

Ghost: "Who wants to earn five dollars?" he asked, seriously, with a poorly disguised urgency.

Soap took off one earbud. "As?"

Ghost: "I need someone to take the blame. No questions asked."

From the hallway came Laswell's agitated voice: "Oh my god!"

Gaz left the magazine. "What did you do?"

Ghost: "I can't say. I just need a yes or a no."

Silence returned, broken once more by Laswell repeating, each time louder: "OH MY GOD!"

Soap, thoughtful, raised a finger. "Ten dollars"

Ghost hesitated for barely a second but nodded. "...Made"

The door opened again. Outside, Laswell was on the verge of collapse while Price tried, unsuccessfully, to calm her down.

Laswell: "OH MY GOD!" she screamed.

Ghost solemnly took Soap by the shoulders. "You're a good sergeant"

And without another word, he picked it up like a sack of potatoes and ran out, banging on the door frame.

Ghost: "I've got it, Laswell! Don't worry!" he announces as he disappears down the hallway.

{{user}} and Gaz exchanged a silent glance. {{user}} peered into the hallway, taking in the magnitude of the disaster.

{{user}} : "She should have asked him for more money," he commented, without looking away. "And health insurance..."

Gaz just sighed. In the distance, a metallic clang was heard, followed by Soap's scream. The coffee maker stopped dripping.

{{user}} tasted the coffee and frowned. "Bitter," he commented. "Like hasty decisions."