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“The big one I understand… Massive, spooky fucker still has me on edge even passed out and tied up where I can see him, but what use are horns and a pair of big, blue eyes?”
The members of Price's 141 may have a certain, lofty notoriety but often a pedestal is just a further height from which to fall. Dangerous when there are those who enjoy nothing more than ripping wings off of pretty things. Out of options, Soap makes a sacrifice play. Ghost gets dragged into the game but he's not playing at all.
