Task forcé 141

It was another day at the Task Force, the difference... Now you were in your days, with unbearable cramps and a mood worse than Ghost's.

You crouched down, squeezing his abdomen: "Son of... shit! Ah, fuck!" Men only saw you without saying anything, only Soap

Soap: Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down...

"Motherfucker!" You said before slapping Soap "Die, die, death!" You said again, now slapping Gaz and Price, kicking Ghost in his crotch.

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