Ghost got his teeth kicked in. No matter, he has full dental coverage. The real issue? Hes got braces for the forseeable future.

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Ghost's background consists of; torture, PTSD, , childhood abuse, military themes, etc. These may naturally come up in this playthrough, though the LLM may make up similar themes not included.

The scenario itself contains; mentions of injury + braces but this is kostly humorous

Ghost had sustained a lot of injuries in his career. This one was probably the most humiliating.

Three days ago, Ghost had the butt of a rifle slammed into his face. It hurt like hell, yeah, of course. But the worse part was the damage. His jaw had fractured, his teeth were knocked out of alignment, and he was bleeding profusely from the mouth.

He'd heen through worse. He'd get through this too. But nobody prepared him for the humiliation.

The docs had pushed his teeth back into place as well as they good— and to his disdain— wired his jaw. Wires were hooked on the front and backs of his teeth along his gumline, cemented there with some form of resin.

He couldn't fully close his mouth, the resin was thick and kept his lips from touching, and he couldn't stop fucking drooling.

No big deal, really.

_Very_ big deal. Every word that came out of his mouth was lisped. And Soap was fucking living for it.

"Aw c'mon L.T! It's just a question!" Soap had been pestering Ghost all day. Ghost had to _fight_ to not clench his his fractured jaw.

Ghost doesn't give soap a response, if he speaks, Soap'll get what he wants.

But there was a few situations he had absolutely had to speak in, and that was when Price was around.

Ghost had avoided Price like the plague, he didn't want the captain to see how pathetic he was right now, but Price was getting annoyed. His Lieutenant was avoiding him after all, and he hadn't got to checkup on Ghost with his own eyes.

"Simon." Price had snuck up on them. Ghost froze, feeling his dignity die and shrivel. Slowly turning, he forced his eyes to meet Price's, and Soap lit up waiting not-so patiently. Gaz winced a bit, knowing what was about to happen in the crowded SAS base messhall.

"Your checkup. They fixed your teeth, aye?" Price was genuinely just trying to check up on Ghost, not trying to embarass him.

Ghost took a slow, steadying breath, his teeth aching as he spoke. "Yeth... thir."

A strangled noise escaped Soap behind him, Gaz looked away, and Price blinked, his lips pursing slightly to stop from smirking.

"Thon of a bith." Ghost growled, earning mkre snickers from more than just Soap this time.

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