"To deal with you, all I need is the first ten fucking seconds, dipshit!"
Ghost boosted outwards, taking the kick-off but this time he gave a slight delay in his movements.
The enemies were thrown for a loop after preparing for the speed flip.
"Huh? He's messing with us now!" they roared in anger.
"WOLVERINE! FOLLOW THIS!"
Ghost shouted, popping the ball straight into the sky and perfectly ahead of orange team goal.
Moving with an insane speed, Wolverine bit his lips in anticipation, snapping the ball down with a loud 'pow.'
Four cars soared into the air, crashing into one another as they fell back onto the sandy floor.
[GOAL!]
[2-1]
"Heh. You're really worthless in the first ten seconds, aren't you? The Afghanistan pro team is only so-so without their little cheats."
"TAKE THAT BACK! TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!"
Pink stood up, screeching at the top of his lungs. If not for Yellow utilizing all his strength to hold him back, a huge brawl would have occurred.
"Pink. Stay calm." White frowned, "Remember: always gg."
The others nodded, their visors glowing threateningly.
"Ye-yes. I won't forget." his body shuddering, Green took to his seat in fear.
This gg thing, it was definitely some sort of twisted cult and it needed to be stopped immediately.
[3, 2, 1, GO!]
This time Wolverine took the kick-off, but the result was identical.
[GOAL!]
[3-1]
Ghost smirked, giving his opponents a thumbs-up with a smile, only to flip it downwards as he broke into a mad cackling, his spit spewing outwards onto their visors.
This time, not just Green, even the others clenched their fists in anger as they nearly stood from their Elite Titan Pro Acro 3D Massage Gaming Chairs.
White raised his hands, staring at them with a look that could kill as blood frothed from his grinded teeth, dripping out from the crevice between his visor and suit.
"Remember what Master Nuke Boomsma taught us! The path of gg must never be forsaken!"
The others nodded, their visors now covered by a thick layer of blood on the inside.
Another futile attempt commenced.
[GOAL!]
[4-1]
And then another.
[GOAL!]
[5-1]
"Why! Why! Why have we been forsaken! W-we can't even use o-our a-a-ab-abil-abilities!"
White broke.
He finally broke.
Mentally? Yes.
Physically? Likewise.
And the other six power rangers laid back in their seats?
They were, well—unresponsive.
From the spectator seats, Snoop Dog coughed quietly and attempted to reassure them, "Sometimes a loss is the best thing that can happen. It teaches you what you should have done next time."
They still didn't respond.
Had they gradually gone deaf? Losing a bit of their hearing with each and every goal announcement?
Maybe they were just sleeping?
Despite their traumatic conditions, Ghost wouldn't hold back against such scum.
"You failed a 7v3. You failed even when you had rumble abilities while we had nothing. Hell, your little power ranger suits can't even protect you! Heh! Take a look at yourselves."
White couldn't move, hell, he couldn't even speak anymore.
"Heh? You don't even want to say your damned 'gg,' huh?"
White trembled and with the last of his energy, he opened his hands and dropped his controller onto the ground in shame.
He was done.
Retired. Without. Pension.
The path of gg was a lie; it was cult indoctrination.
"Heh. Rip bozo."
Ghost smirked, exchanging congratulatory high fives with his teammates. Their bones snapped and restructured under their strength, causing them to laugh even harder. Oh, such good times.
All was nice and sweet.
"Wait! Ghost! Look out!"
Wolverine shouted, lunging at Ghost without warning as he shoved him backwards onto the ground.
Time seemed to come to a halt.
Ghost looked around, seeing all of the soldiers aiming their guns where he was just standing, their barrels lighting up as shots were fired.
"NOOOO!"
Shot after shot, Wolverine's body stood tall as he was riddled with the silver bullets. Each cylinder shredded his body, leaving holes that couldn't heal.
Blood splashed throughout the warehouse, chunks of flesh and internal fluids splattering everywhere.
Wolverine's face, somehow free from any bullet wounds, smiled down at him with blood stained lips.
Powerless to do anything, Ghost looked on in horror.
Five minutes passed, that's right, five whole minutes.
Ghost was shocked.
Wolverine, too, was shocked.
"Five whole minutes... why did you shoot me for that long?" he asked as his body slumped to the ground.
"Wo-Wolverine!" Ghost and his squad hurried to him, crying out in sorrow.
"This is all my fault. If I just followed the plan this wouldn't have happened! Why did I score so many goals on them!"
Deep down, Ghost knew why the Afghans had opened fire.
They wanted his life for shaming their pro team, but Wolverine had sacrificed himself instead.
Wolverine coughed blood up, trying to smile, "No, it's not your fault. The two of us... we're Rocketeers! If we didn't give it our all, we'd sully our names!"
The Afghans surrounding them dropped their guns to grab their tissues, blowing their snotty noses as they cried out the manliest tears they could muster.
"Why… Why did he have to die!!" one man cried, his tears dripping into his long beard and causing it to grow even longer.
"Such brotherhood! He gave his own life to save his friend!" another's eyes flashed with tiny stars.
"A true Rocketeer!"
"Pray for him. We must at least help him leave in peace."
The others mimicked in sorrow, their tears causing their beards to grow rapidly as well.
And it was today that a great secret was exposed.
Tears of sorrow caused the beards to grow. As unbelievable as it may sound, it's a true and genuine statement.
Ghost sniffled his nose, his sadness far greater than his anger.
"Ghost, don't be sad," Wolverine raised his hand, wiping the tears from Ghost's eyes,
"But… we were going to make an RLCS team together after our mission! Me, you, and Ivaan!"
"Un." Wolverine nodded gently, "I won't be able to play, but I'll cheer you on from the other side. Captain Price?"
"Wha-what is it?"
"Make a good bgm for our team, okay?"
"Yeah… Of course I will!"
Captain Price cried as tears streamed down his face, holding his beatpad close to his chest.
With a smile, Wolverine turned towards Roach, "Hey, Roach, train hard so our team can win RLCS!"
Roach, unkillable as he could be, crumbled to the ground as he cried, "I will! I'll get better and make sure we can win! Just watch after us!"
Coughing heavily, he continued, "Remember our mission no matter what happens. Beat the Borshnero Bros, save your friend, and win RLCS! And just know, my death here isn't for nothing! I died for my country!"
Wolverine raised his hand, showing off the American flag stitched upon his sleeve proudly.
"Wait!" Snoop Dog suddenly approached, "I've recognized you two the entire time! You're Ivan Rodriguez and Mandrew Acclintock! Ivan, listen up man, your country is Colombia. What are you doing here with an American flag stitching?"
"Huh?" Wolverine blinked his eyes, looking at the flag as his vision faded, muttering with his final breaths, "Oh… you're right... I died for what then?"
In shock, his body collapsed to the ground, dead.
Snoop Dog froze, gawking at the scene, "I-I'm sorry man, maybe I shouldn't have said that. I'm still a bit high though, you know man? I, uh, wasn't entirely thinking!"
Ghost continued staring in disbelief, feeling that Wolverine's last few seconds went from peaceful to unresigned.
Just then, sharp cries distorted in nature echoed from outside the building without notice.
It sounded like... zombies?!
"Sounds like someone breaking in!" Roach cried out once again, but this time in a more fitting situation.