"I’ve got it, Johnny," Ghost muttered, though his fingers fumbled with the bandage.
Soap didn't listen. He never did. He crossed the room, sat on the floor between Ghost's knees, and reached up. His hands were calloused but unexpectedly steady as he took over the task. There was no chatter about the mission or the men they’d lost—just the rhythmic thump-thump of the laundry and the quiet hiss of Soap cleaning a wound. Dirtywash 101 rar
In the corner, the ancient washing machine groaned—the "Dirtywash" of their daily lives. "You're missing a spot," a voice rasped from the doorway. "I’ve got it, Johnny," Ghost muttered, though his